The cistern burns
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with the sisters who learn
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that certainty burns with a fist
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the cyst of this growth is a hope
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(against hope)
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that I loathe, and steel my self to resist.
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I am an animal, unprepared.
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A club in a drawer full of silverware,
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I¡¯m under there and breathily holding.
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Her underwear is deserving a scolding.
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Disgrace is the color of red that you¡¯re looking for.
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I¡¯ll be wearing that working convenience store.
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Oh.
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Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles.
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The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles.
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The cities wear a badge that differentiates
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but it¡¯s the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate.
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I am an animal, unprepared.
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The March Of The Elephants
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