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Interminably Consternation
I sliced myself this morn As the blood of the gods Smashed against the windows Smiling as the flow pulsed Still living off this mordant flesh The talon which cut Scrawled on the parchment This arid flesh Blinking I awake A bloody taste in my mouth A single tear on my cheek It was just a dream © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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