Let your eyes walk on his tongue
His wife is dead she doesn't see
Voices raise to emptyness
Arms reaching back to face the face
Children stand shut to the length of his waist
Dirt swept we shiver with our mouths to the ground
Word dancers shout the dead language of thieves
Dreams are omition, they fall deliberately
Let the sk
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