infant death.
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Born, with a strange taste,This man, chews on some newborn's,Succulent organs,As he satisfies his vastAppetite, in these late hours
Because I love you
I whisper prayers
To the smoke as it rises
To the Heavens,
To you.
Because I love you
I place this tobacco
Upon the wet earth
And ask that it give
Some sign
