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next to nothing
the pounding of
drums
from far away
hills of flame
and murder
the hunt has
begun
where are you
my bone
love?
in the eyes of
Medusa?
in the mouth
of a volcano?
in the barren
hands of
time?
no...
you are right
here...
next to me
and next to
nothing
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