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my dry rot fingers break to the bone scraping against the brier sharp past hammer me into shape hack away the thorn eyes clawed blind at the scenes yet to come inked and etched in scrimshaw whale bone upon my heart sigil sign talisman rhyme glyphs black sunk into my skin i see you sleeping there mead mean dreams rising breast kissing shadows, a pair of hands dogs black eating kin and the flames dying, glowing red ravens circle overhead
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