.The whole towns slippin down a hill.
Like the spine of something dead.
Slide in shadow cobble-creep.
Burn your mark and leave.
The trench conventions yellow eyes
Follow her the local flower>
The girls a priest (to me at least)
Since baptism peroxide.
And fear.
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