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Rattled chime, ringing echo
Roll in virus meadow
Suck nightshade twine
Hear the beneath us chime
Sinking sermon, priest head
words across the meadows
Kissed the plagues' black rolling
Through his lips the sang
And the rooks, seemed to follow him
Wherever he
Flapping in the sky
in the spire
Hanging the lead sky
from 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 toll
And the smeared skin wrapped
Of the night
Struggling....
Through the empty crack of
Of the brothers...
Of the brothers....

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