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• The Wrestle

The crumpled ocean with no boat trip
The dark waters stole my clothing
The shape stirs beneath me
A pulse pounds along blood streams
First bite marks, the beginning of
the clotheless wrestle,
the clotheless animal

Bare those teeth to me please, my meter
You can see all of me, naked with fear
This is the test I left land for
To grip flesh and pull muscle
Well, the vice grips of the struggle
I can't give into, we owe the clotheless
wrestle, the clotheless
animal, animal, animal, animal

My enemy, please stay close to me
No breath left, cold breath thief
The last gasp of air, burst lung
they fight fathers, the weak son
The last taste of salt in my mouth
The skin breaks, there's no sound
they tore me limb from limb
There is bone, there is gristle
I'm despairing
the clotheless wrestle
the clotheless animal
animal, animal, animal

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