| Clawed and teeming wildlife
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| My body floating in a marshland
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| Swimming, circling round my feet
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| Water-bugs and cranes are nestling
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| Feel the anaerobic cells
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| Floating, flexing in the reeds
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| Smell the leaves and burning hair
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| Grind red earth into my heart
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| You were my first pioneer
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| Called me back to roof our home with skin
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| Building ditches and canals
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| Leaving nothing but the summer wind
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| A vision blind before the veil
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| Copper, golden eyes and Bordeaux lips
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| Stealing back my heart and then
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| Eating what is left of yours
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| Fingers grasping for the tin
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| Faceless and anonymous
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| The grappling hook is anchored deep
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| Sticking to my pulpy, pulsing muscle
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| I stagger through the blood red sands
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| Barely breathing lunges burn up with air
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| Pressing ribs calibrate
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| The friction and the fusion
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| Our love springs deep and dark
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| Witness to the sticks and twigs and dust |