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I close the door,
Shouldn't burn yet,
The wires get hotter
Palms are glowing.
This is hot meat metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.
Show you with my fingers,
Draw with the eye,
With your own breath,
I tear your lungs
Here is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.
Out this side of the blackest meadows
I make my winter dwelling and crush my bones.
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat,
I'll sail out the window
I'll walk down the henge
I will not finish
Till I'm fully satisfied.
This is hot meat, this is metallic blood,
This is hot meat, this is open sweat.
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