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"Oh, the hunger for words pure as clear water
that shall slake the pain of or parched tongues
and, splashed against our brows, shall let us see.
In such a moment locusts reinstruct our rapture.
Cold and mute, we are led up from the dark worlds
into a sunstruck glade loud with rilling water.
At the song's start, the raw tongue stammers out
an urge toward paradise, a version of ease."
— Apr 15, 2024 05:26AM
that shall slake the pain of or parched tongues
and, splashed against our brows, shall let us see.
In such a moment locusts reinstruct our rapture.
Cold and mute, we are led up from the dark worlds
into a sunstruck glade loud with rilling water.
At the song's start, the raw tongue stammers out
an urge toward paradise, a version of ease."
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