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"Piece by piece, it knows me, and I know it. Just when it comes and when it goes. It stays by me, in secret, all alone. Whenever I do what it drives me to. It takes a little piece of me and burns it. As a tribute to its god. As its temple and its victim. My blood runs on marble floors. Just like some insane circulation. Back into my corroded heart" Host, C.
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