| Labyrinthine standing stone
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| Contralto tones now tedious
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| Below some tireless engine groans
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| Digestive echoes endlessly
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| Its just him and me
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| Two self styled mutes alone
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| Stomachs do the talking
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| The vacuum dwells within
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| In fusion whispers he asks of me
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| What did we gain from shortest breath?
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| The narrow sight of gain
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| It holds the deepest loss
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| He walks beside me skeletal
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| The charon to my river Styx
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| Hadean corridors
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| Walk ways grave with plastic scent
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| Great vistas of our mother blue
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| She cradles each and every wound
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| Each facet of her broken cheek
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| The laval well has wiped all trace
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| Cities blur in crippled piles
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| Bitumen slurries, asbestos rasps
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| The deathly rattle choked
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| We trail like comets aimless stead
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| The apple in our mothers eye
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| Umbilical has drained her dead
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| The milk from which we fed
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| Made pustules in her flesh
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| He asks me if I like the view
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| He holds me responsible for you
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| Look what you made me do
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| Let me crawl out of the seas
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| Let me bathe in coronal light
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| Coaxed the mammal out of me
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| Made me stand to know the periphery
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| And look beyond and see
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| Look what you made me do
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| Gave me a home to exorcise of life
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| Fashion blades out of make believe
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| See the viscera with serrated gods
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| Shirked thine neighbour and made enemy of
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| Gave me long term memory
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| So that I might misbehave
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| And never learn from my mistakes
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| And foul the ground upon where I tread
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| Look what you made me do |