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It speaks like (a cream?) (Possibly?) under my floor Through the flesh and through the bone no more Speaking these things Spilling onto my floor Everyone I hear no more, no more It's asleep If awake, my thoughts I can't ignore For how I've tried I'll try to be once more Be alive, and live above the floor
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