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we fell asleep listening to the ten black rivers
flowing towards downtown
from time to time, from the aerials,
confused voices crow about their victory
on the hill someone was lighting a bonfire

meanwhile the oil rig
has melted
lure yourselves away
the mansion sinks and rots

my thick liquid runs from
your nostrils
it's black

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