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Rattled chime, slow echo
Roll in virus meadow
Suck enchanted twine
Hear the beneath us chime
sermon, priest head murmurs
Holy words across the
Kissed the plagues' black rolling
Through his lips the virus
And the rooks, they to follow him
Wherever he
in the flat sky
Shrieking in the
from the lead sky
Dangling the sun
The rooks, they seemed to him
Wherever he
thistle, english sun dew
Swansneck woman, child-bed
shoulders sink and grow
As the bells ditches toll
And the smeared skin limbs
Of the brothers
Struggling....
Through the crack of morning
Of the brothers...
Of the brothers....

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