THE MARKED
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They walk with death in their hearts.
Death wakes in their eyes.
A car spattering mud.
Heads droop with no energy.
A light rain of evil falling into the eyes.
The lava of weariness.
Delirium tremens.
Hunger.
Starvation, starvation.
Oh, your white hands!
Like a rustling dream you pass by!
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