Throatless

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Throatless

throatless

the wind cools an empty scream

dry parts meant wet

out looking for a well

full of baskets

steel hook grip

wrought iron grin

VENI

VENI

VENI

VIDI

VICI

VICI so hard

EDURUS VENI

hang high the banner

of the cracked sky of day

roll out the carpet we hide

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