.The dregs of the morning drift by greeting us with leaden winged despair>So come down
It clapsps with crooked hands and tears at the torso, ripping the flesh
So come down
It leaves but the scum, filth of the earth, stranded poisonous
Soak up the arid wasteland through every fibre .
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