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breastfed
02:52
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I’m healed of the moon
Supper should disappear
yet it’s still there
I bleed no blood
Baby in utero cries
I set the table for child and I
Trading food for death
I killed my own son - am I free yet?
Shackled to a womb
I’m sick of the moon
What kind of mother am I?
Tear my hair
I am your father
Phantom skin to skin
Kicking carcass
Growing, pushing, Hercules hold baby and I
Hitch and sink, jealous siblings, umbilical ties
How much blood is lost?
How much pain has he caused?
Sweetness in life but a sour state I rot
My undying curse
lies in the dirt
Use and abuse
I’m sick of the moon
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no time
03:33
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You are so far from me
We spent so long apart
I realised this feeling grows
Everything grows
alone
In that sick voice you said
“Please kiss me and we will go up to bed”
Am I dreaming?
I am dreaming
oh well
We take a holiday
in my mind we drink and recline
Under trees we go walking
and we take pictures of every little thing
They don’t matter
as long as they exist
With your funereal smile
cover me with your thoughts and lay me to lie
Forever
is not a long time
to you
Tell me if it is time
Under clouds uncover unwind
Turn out the lights
lets drift away
Out in the darkness
I’m guided by you
Please keep talking for I cant see
There’s a warmth
and like thunder I rumble
Soft yellow everything
Even with eyes closed
you still give me light
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statue
04:12
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I’m drifting between two diamond skies
suspended in his waves of eyes
The shadows are too cold for my skin
The way he breathes has changed up the wind
I keep three keys glued into my fingers
just incase he has an urge
I’ll fight to not be scared at day but cower at night
I tell myself he wont be nice
That statue on the horizon
moves and talks just like a man
I think that I will walk another way
I wanna rip off parts of my body
so that he don’t have to see
Did he say something or am I wrong?
If I close my eyes maybe his sound will convert to song
But his song is too loud
and I cant hear the words just screams and cries and shouts
That statue on the horizon
moves and talks just like a man
I wish that he would look another way
I think I’ll finally find out if he’s one of those I’ve read about
Is it my fault
that I looked at you?
Is it my fault
that I moved to close to you?
Is it my fault
that I’m out too late?
But what if he’s the one?
What if he’s the one?
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gone
05:04
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I dreamt of a girl she was small and round
just a baby just a little one we played around had so much fun
Her laughter hit me like no other
She warmed me with notes of her heart
She told me she’d never leave
and then I woke up
Now I search for her all across this country
I see her smile in the birds in the skies in the trees
The books I read all have one word
I try to forget but I always remember
The only face I see is hers
so I cover my eyes
Everyday I try to go back to sleep
I imagine her swaying there so vividly
I know what she looks like
But I still cant see her
Where are you?
So I have to keep myself occupied and busy
Fumbling around but it is just so boring
If a spark from my brain hits the earth
I stub it back out but sometimes I forget
I know she’s bad for me
but she’s so warm
Was she a vision or was she real?
I know that I see her I know what I feel
I cant be the only one
who knows her face
I cant be the only one
Will she be here when I am old and grey
or will she just stay in my mind floating round, a memory
She told me get out before its dark
I don’t know what that meant but I don’t think its far away
What did she said before I woke up?
I cut her off before she could finish
What has she left me?
What has she done?
What is she doing to me?
I cant be the only one
who knows her face
I cant be the only one
I cant be the only one
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