Hidden people seem to see

The way I cook the brain of thee



Sepai print of hunting dogs

Pointing out the unseen clocks



There I find myself in sorrow

Nothing's left for my tomorrow



Distorting rage of nameless people

A dark blue line of licking nipples



Hard to get from the unknown

Eyes work hard with tears that drown

I take control when I will peer

I see the pain of northern fear

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