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Reaching out for what used to be phantom limbs reaching back for me.
Can't break free from the void you make, smoke still drifts past charred remains.
Who stills sees a body in need, forgive and forget, we forget to relate.
Who would need a body so weak, poacher’s discard the excess weight.
Clawing their way through the murk and mire, rats are still rats, birth, plague, conspire.
Life for a life with the drowning of kin, take from the land in a frenzy of sin.
There's no light, there's no pain.
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