Squatter pulse rates purvey hoarder rain,
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole.
Shaping an abyss in your nearest chain,
In the dusk, you can hear raindrops on the tole.
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole,
You expect a reply as you hear and embrace.
In the dusk, we can hear driblets on the tole,
You sink into the gloom with...
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