Blood For My Ancestors
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And when you kissed me, it was the sound that the pebbles on the riverbank make when you shift one from its place, and the rest fall in to fill the gap.
And all the hate you hold for me was lightning three-tongued, and the feeling of sliding dice between the palms of your cold and clammy hands.
I can't claim to remember which radio stations I took audio from, but I used this websdr - http://k3fef.com:8901/