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timber tomb (dogbed)
02:32
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tipsy on the edge. let me sleep on my dog's bed and dream of chasing rabbits through the field. pass the credit-less course. smooth it out from your second divorce. preparing for a possible third or maybe the fourth?
but the mountain tops won't lie. they've perfected the art of still life. every night they hold poses. side by side until the sunrise. then they're crawling with life.
holed up by yourself inside the dead branch fort you've built. each old trees memories keep you warm. a relic for their souls to fill. the timber tombs that burnt so soon.
but the mountain tops won't lie. they've perfected the art of still life. every night they hold poses. side by side until the sunrise. then they're crawling with life.
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devil next door
02:37
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easy to feel, you stomping down there. I hear your boy sing songs I never liked. well you became a knot in my hair. sudden the scream to silence the night. I wanna know what it's like paying. split up the difference littered with my sound. affordable but escalating. boil you over for your metronoming pound.
it must be like hell down there. smoke is seaping through the left side under and it's easy to be fair when no one gives a fuck. well, i just want to play. even when it's getting late. I just may be the devil next door.
who will wait it out in this southern standoff? to catch a glimpse through the broken mirrors frame. double-sided but I only see us. shards of you I've fished out from my brain. reason in stone but nothings solid. we did our best with chisels in our hands. now we're drunk and patriotic, kindly I will try to understand.
it must be like hell down there. smoke is seaping through the left side under and it's easy to be fair when no one gives a fuck. well, i just want to play. even when it's getting late. I just may be the devil next door.
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rubberbound
02:33
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save face. abate mistakes. a little too late to hide and start anew. learning to fade and drifting away from another you. these loose laces tied up with time and tightened 'round thy ankle small. the comfortable grip has slipped. how we must embrace the fall.
to be almost even. almost balanced like the top I through while you were dizzy reeling. in a paler shade of blue.
oh my fiend. it has been awhile since I've seen you around. this mid-life town. speaking from knees. how I wish it was we who were still rubber bound.
to be almost even. almost balanced like the top I through while you were dizzy reeling. in a paler shade of blue.
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ann.hill
02:10
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my acquaintance on anniversary hill. we would concile every christmas. sharing each story and our common thrills. and as my years got darker I could tell that hers were filled with,
bright lights and excitement. rich new friends and strange men. "it's this kind of living you must understand. it's the new aesthetic. it's how I am, my master plan."
always a guest. I guess it gets colder as a rule. when it gets darker mid-december. slide your way on home from your in-state school. for a month or two. hit me up in and of itself. I've got nothing else to do. we can lay supine and talk about them,
bright lights and excitement. rich new friends and fallen men."...and I can't help it, it's this world I live in. it's the new aesthetic. it's who I am, my main man."
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