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Million Dead
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A Song To Ruin
A lone voice crying in the wilderness: Make the straight way for the coming of the...
A dry throat stutters on an empty vision Of milk and honey and desolate quiet. A dry mouth falters on the opening blast of a song to ruin, What it left behind. A bare sole longing for the feel of concrete And a lone voice crying in the wilderness.
I have these dreams when I'm feeling sick Of unfinished patterns that I can't collate at all. Of an inward breath in a land bereft of uncrippled figures. Of an exhalation, Of the himavant, Of a pulse.
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