I am, emptiness, out of breath
in a wet dream on fire
the arsonist
fills
the mouth
he is trying
to leave
(it is not hunger that eats the horse)
I am past the age of what
in a former life
I died as, a spoon
is a fork
asleep in the hand of god
in a wet dream on fire
the arsonist
fills
the mouth
he is trying
to leave
(it is not hunger that eats the horse)
I am past the age of what
in a former life
I died as, a spoon
is a fork
asleep in the hand of god

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