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Before I Decay

Polished stones
in my
throat
Cut my
tongue
kill these
notes
Silver blood
leak from
my eyes
My fingers
wipe but
nothing dries
Diamond rain
falls to
the streets
Block the sun
so theses
enemies
meet
We think
about tomorrow
We forget about today
But I want
to live
before I decay



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