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This water is cold
This cycle’s grown old

I wash her blood off me

Watch it crawl towards the drain
Though I know I can’t complain

I suppose I don’t want to be free

That’s all I can muster these days
Halfhearted attempts and a dull gaze

I think loyalty long ago did flee

Replace one life with the next
Keep feeding me, scratch my chest

Death has supplied its terms, and I wholeheartedly agree

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