Beyond the warped fault of reality
A desolate field emerges as the top
Of this dimensional plane architecture
Swallowed by aridity
Summoned by outward canyons
We let the ground colour our boots
At night we enfold
And enclose the wind
We are grinding like wheels
Suffocated by dust
Drained by the sun
This valley is my heart
Too deserted for love
Too dry for blood
It's my own grave
Yet full of bones
At night we enfold
And die as one
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