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Faces align resulting a coupling

The marriage of which is spoken of still in the skeleton mills

Where the naked hand out cigarettes to the mad

Who then pick up their phones and ask for help

For to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk

For to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk

Amongst the glass shardlings

Amongst the fearless offerings of bluntness

For to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk is to reveal

That which was buried

That which is eternal