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We're alone on this planet Ages of violet rock stretch in my mind when I dream about watching lurking spines splinter my friends Shadows of swarms hover behind your ears I know what it's like When you get the shakes from too many stims Or when your hearing rings from shells Or goes completely silent for a second and is filled only with the strange moans of mutating viscera But I'll dust off my helmet again ready for a new layer of dirt and blood And as you burrow underground, creature I think about that one thing we share a beating heart
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(written 4/22/18)