I’ve never saw, heard or smelt
The pains I know, yet haven’t felt
My teeth turned backward, one by one
The charring scraps left as I run
The skull of antlers, gnash my flesh
My left and right won’t calm to mesh
But still, I smile, a story told
From here to there, forever old


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