Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepai print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Distorting rage of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipples
Hard to get from the unknown
Eyes work hard with tears that drown
I take control when I will peer
I see the pain of northern fear
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