I have died many times in my dream

I heard a red heartbeat
It nailed my dream together
Tear open
The mouth is full of stones
Hang on my head
A bit heavy
Some people are adding stones
Some dreams are throwing stones
Some stones tell me
People with flowers don’t need deities

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