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See the sober heart.

Drown in the ruin of its thirst.

Its skeleton along the living worms.

Unmoved, cold---a world left behind.

Hearth's weep to the murmurs.

Unaware of the spectacles of mutilation.

Restless ribs break.

Crushed in silken blood drops.

Ahhh, parched throats.

At once draw breath inward.