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The CurseDo the bacteria talk? What do they say?The lid on your face shields the eyes from dismay The hand which grips mine so tight, grips only so for it is severed Two skeletons intertwined, but one is less decayed Where there once was hope, there are now only tears Sand serpent slither, the sand is thy predator Do the bacteria talk? What do they say? |