Feeding Fingers - The Last Bruise I Harvest Here текст песни

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In casts Nudes I Scald
Weave bandages from canvases
In hospices
Like mantises
In Love
The last bruise I harvest here
Caressed By Searchlight Blue
Promenades clear
Where blind, tangled, noosed pairs Will nod
Miles of food-chain
Break apart

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