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Rh (a smile cannot corrupt the darkened rocks nor soften the shapes of spears nor the shade of bloody spears)

Thrust your hands into the shadows of rocks into the shadows of thin smiles nor cringe at what you find

—let the shadows cloud the depths of her eyes strangle her with omnipotent nays

Throw the body to the dogs there are drums for dancers and wine for those who would laugh

(Thrust your hands into the shadows of rocks into the shadows of thin smiles nor cringe at what you find)