In a cosmos of ceramic beings and toothless tales
I am the poetry and the poet
Between skinning lives and parching homes
I am the death and the corpse
Look for me in the concave entrails of your imposing insecurities
I am the salt to your bruised vanity
You are nothing like me and I am nothing of what you’d desired
You are just another casualty
I am the conspiracy
I am the poetry and the poet
Between skinning lives and parching homes
I am the death and the corpse
Look for me in the concave entrails of your imposing insecurities
I am the salt to your bruised vanity
You are nothing like me and I am nothing of what you’d desired
You are just another casualty
I am the conspiracy
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