Pulsing Pulsing

Pulsing pulsing,

There's a beat in his arm still.

Pulsing pulsing,

Like the throb of an anthill.

Pulsing pulsing,

No death in the rain.

I've been washing my hands,

In the stuff i wash my brains.



I'm pulsing.

You're pulsing.

Who's pulsing?.

What's pulsing?.



Pulsing pulsing,

There's a lump in his throat still.

Pulsing pulsing,

At the site of a crash throw.

Pulsing pulsing,

No push in the vein.

I've been washing my hands,

In the stuff i wash my brains.




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