Nothing contains a void like a city
Nothing shows up the dead like the living
And the soul..
And the earth
And the heart
And the eye
an aberration
Nothing shows up the dead like the living
And the soul..
And the earth
And the heart
And the eye
an aberration
The body a shell, an amulet
My tongue a carpet
My breath a tarpit
And the stars irreverent
My tongue a carpet
My breath a tarpit
And the stars irreverent
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