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Is this a something serious as setting bone, |
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you being of the lightest blinkings in infinity. |
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And does this restore a gape where your will would be. |
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Does this draw a gray where your reds would bleed, |
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Where onces there was only black... |
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And so it seems being set free, |
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is a complex and unalterable series of captures and release. |
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And in that it is this web of tragedy and consequence that, |
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gives your loss and found its trajectory. |
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Arm |
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Gone Clear |
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Dive Cope Quit |
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Fear Blood |
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Bone |
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I |
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To evacuate onces sturdy flesh: |
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one part endless, |
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two parts death... |
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blood swapped with bled |
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sleep swapped with breath |
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Not ghost Not dead |
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Not lead Not yet |
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The last of man kind will have no instruction. |
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No flag that stands for more than him. |
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Man will have hunger, wounds, and mind alone |
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by which he might |
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give scale to his map. |
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To know you are gone, |
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and what you are doing is meant. |
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As evidenced |
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By the risen hairs of human arms on end, |
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that marks the slight and unlikely swells of |
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the clear skull spell. |
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Arm |
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Gone Clear |
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Dive Cope Quit |
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Fear Blood |
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Bone |
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I |
