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The year has come full circle and now we’re standing here again

Your existence makes me pick at my skin

My existence makes you want more and more…

You are rotting, but it’s feeding the spores

I am retching, but it’s feeding the spores

Tomorrow is a new day with new light and new life

But right now we’re in the blackest depths of night

Winter bones emerging from a history of gore

You’re still rotting, but it’s feeding the spores

I am retching, but it’s feeding the spores

A touch can contaminate enough to grow a killer

A bloom in its freshest peak won’t take long to wither

An inviting scent can trigger a grotesque memory

But from the rot, new life

From the spores, we rise