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Rattled chime, slow echo
Roll around in virus
enchanted nightshade twine
Hear the bells beneath us
sermon, priest head murmurs
Holy words the meadows
Kissed the plagues' black hand
Through his lips the sang
And the rooks, they to follow him
he goes
Flapping in the sky
Shrieking in the
from the lead sky
Dangling the sun
The rooks, seemed to follow him
he goes
Nodding thistle, sun dew
Swansneck woman, meadow
shoulders sink and grow
As the bells from ditches
And the skin wrapped limbs
Of the night
Struggling....
the empty crack of morning
Of the brothers...
Of the brothers....

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