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crude remains beyond redemption |
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contorted faces |
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swallowed up by the darkness |
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of the gap to be part |
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a bottle of leftover wine |
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bodies of no leftover life |
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such a roundabout way to get there |
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the hint of a gesture |
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broke up the movement for us |
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took the heat out of us |
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for decay to make its way from the backbone towards infinity |
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hang gliding out of the fullness of your heart |
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I belong to the interval |
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of the gap I am part |
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the holy scar can not heal over without secretions of the divine |
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just swallow the beast for now |
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unsettled beast immune to any temptation of fulfilment |
