Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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I won't say a word
As your mouth expels
Trash and nothing more.

Forever growing like a vine,
I remember slits growing
And fading in time.

I begin a journey powered
By yellow grains of sand
Pretending to be precious gold.

One eye opened, I am a
Broken dream playing over
And over in my cavernous mind.

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