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My blood never aches unless she is nearby Ameoba foamed at the mouth while repenting sedative games Larvae linguistics of dead tongues fold the river by the lips I got a prayer that’ll siphon off our blood As water quenches a blazing fire God damns my shadow bound by the sender The burns a taunting to dissolve in you I gotta rid this world of one who is starving A monument hidden from ravens in the sand