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and around on the throat-  
Zero weaves eight in my xeriscape-  
Thirteen wraps in a rope-  
Thirteen years it will hang-

and around on the throat-  
Zero weaves eight in my xeriscape-  
Thirteen wraps in a rope-  
Thirteen years it will hang-

the skin
Dirge for the child's eternal mutilation
Xeriscape desolation
Whispers leaves the clay
Epiphyllum blooms quiet
I wear your mother's face
Tenderness

other’s water 
to hydrate
Xeriscape

We fall so hard
When both our hearts are hard

When you fall to pieces
Pick them up and find
That peace always remains

the hand that feeds
So sweet

Lay my neck bare
To this hooded shape
Release myself
To the xeriscape

So speak unto me the name of fractured three
Let my body