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walking through it all
dead fish dream of
water
water swims in the
throat of thirst
thirst and desert walk
hand and hand in the
boiling sun
the sun waits in the
trees of the sky like
a hungry buzzard
the buzzard looking
for something to
die
walking through it
all
bones of the old
bones of the new
bones the colour
of moonlight
the bones of me
the bones of you
walking through it
all
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