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concave, straw grass mound
i crawl in the crust of my cut, the dust of my gut
the water reflects and unreconiziable image
disfigured and gaunt, savage
exist while all the figures from the trees hang down, crack and there goes contepment to ash in hell
hell, hell only the liars can tell
but now she leaves and i follow suit
i'll eat my way through you, grabbed hated and sown back to the ground
never to be found, never to be found......