anyone who stood in his way would become a corpse swimming in blood, his thirst for killing was evident under his headdress, as his eyes glowed the color of molten gold, Those eyes were vowing to death

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"Reflective" Homeboys "taking" me to a

The "hunger" pains continuing "within" the

Joy Hartjo "knows"

Too hungry to think/Too hungry to F

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B

Thus i see....T