Overthrow (11/7)
Alone in wonder err I throw
and weave and drunken-ly go
I mist myself in piss and rain
crawling through alley ways
Each night I draw blood rare
and cut a language coat to wear
To keep my bones warm safe dry
the coat leathered history ribbed
I attach my thoughts to my blood
and weave a golem - mud
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