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Why don’t you build yourself any higher temple of flesh?

These grounds are disgusting

But your pores are starving maybe we can feed off of conversation

Hunger drives us close to the corpse

And impure thought drive us closer to feeding them

But this is just how things are, complex

With these gnashing teeth their pointing fingers are unforgiving

But I don’t know when the next time is that I’ll be eating