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The wounds are leaking equivocal
Flowing through a pale
The atmosphere that the heart
Is the black dam that subdues the
A downward to the archives

Within lies the story of our
and complete, so address it now
The mouth, the withered tongue
The on the path to the archives

The words, sent across the distance
They pare the
the perfume in between the bricks
There was no gold in the

The cold
The sparkling red sun is
In the quiet room, the of the nervous moons' pulse
The cave in
You coil yourself around the
A downward slope to the