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How young we were.
Splayed out across the pitch
Like baby starfish, pink and pinched
As tongue's blood.
This is my house of God,
Rain thundering as
Their faces are taught and chilled with frost.
The poison drips steadily into my skull.
Lice are feeding. They are carnivorous.
She is biting away at my life.
I am merely a husk.