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I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to meI have never known hunger like these insects that feast on meA thousand teeth and yours among them, I knowOur hungers appeased, our heart beats becoming slowWe'll lay here for years or for hoursThrown here or found, to freeze or to thawSo long, we'd become the flowersTwo corpses we were, two corpses I sawAnd they'd find us in a weekWhen the weather gets hotAfter the insects have made their claimI'd be home with you, I'd be home with youI have never known sleep like this slumber that creeps to meI have never known color like this morning reveals to meAnd you haven't moved an inch such that I would not knowIf you sleep always like this, flesh calmly going coldWe'll lay here for years or for hoursYour hand in my hand, so still and discreetSo long, we'd become the flowersWe'd feed well the land and worry the sheepThey'd find us in a weekWhen the cattle'd show fearAfter the insects have made their claimAfter the foxes have known our tasteI'd be home with you, I'd be home with youThey'd find us in a weekWhen the weather gets hotThey'd find us in a weekWhen the cattle'd show fearAnd they'd find us in a weekWhen the buzzards get loudAfter the insects have made their claimAfter the foxes have known our tasteAfter the raven has had his sayI'd be home with you, I'd be home with youI'd be home with you, I'd be home with youI'd be home with you, I'd be home with you
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