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Having to face the myriad spirits
begging the violence, a yawn
throwing crispness shades that cast
give yourself a light to touch
some smoldering nothing to suckle
and melodic aortic strung'd
april is rooted, hairless
the sun hides in eyes browned with tanning
hiding 'neath the sores of skin
Get Me Out Of This Cycle Of Ash
and the dramatics
the kibbutz welcomed, and torn in
All Life Centers On a Point
and spirals round
the spirits never settle
and cannot hold the cold, wet, beautiful ground.
begging the violence, a yawn
throwing crispness shades that cast
give yourself a light to touch
some smoldering nothing to suckle
and melodic aortic strung'd
april is rooted, hairless
the sun hides in eyes browned with tanning
hiding 'neath the sores of skin
Get Me Out Of This Cycle Of Ash
and the dramatics
the kibbutz welcomed, and torn in
All Life Centers On a Point
and spirals round
the spirits never settle
and cannot hold the cold, wet, beautiful ground.