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You'll be the dark night where I'll burn, the beams of this house that still follow skin.

I'll drink your blood and put your skin, write your name on every wall.

It wasn't a day, two, three, like the tiger to its prey that I cornered.

Because it smells that grass, because it knows that jungle, because there's the dew, the mole, there's nothing like it.

Because he smells that land, because he knows that female, when no one sees us, his big ones go.