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Brought low in the garden

Eaten by your words

Estimate. The time it takes

Enduring this curse

A writ of injunction

A fortress of fear

I took the swill willingly

Amongst rot and the years

Suffocate with your being

Stealing night from the day

Formless and faceless

A poison belayed

A writ of injunction

A fortress of fear

I took the swill willingly

Amongst rot and the years

Root and bark

Branch and vine

Throw yourself from the limb

Torn back every time.