Gonna spill the guts
& lick the *****
& eat the liver
And pack the belly full of sand
and dance in the sun. & cry
in the moon
& parade in the afternoon. And
**** the ******.
tight and painful
And spit on the idol
cold and pale
_& dance along the street
& pray to false prophets
& bleed for &
agonize over dreams of salt
running towards nowhere
running towards the infinite

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What more is left