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Movement
No movement
Just a falling bird
Cold as it hits the bleeding ground
He lived and died
Catch sight
Cover me with earth
Draped in black
Static
White sound
A day without substance
A change of thought
An atmosphere that rots with time
Colours that flicker in water
A short term effect
Scream as she tries to push him over
Helpless and sick
With teeth of madness
Jump, jump, dance and sing
Sideways across the desert
A charcoal face bites my hand
Time is sweet
Derange and disengage everything
A day without substance
A change of thought
The atmosphere rots with time
Colours that flicker in water
A short term effect
An echo and a stranger's hand
And a short term effect
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