Carbon Monoxide is seeping,
it's seeping,
I don't seep, I sink.
I sing,
like the breeze.
I sleep like the sun
in the months
of perpetual rain. I slink
and I hide
from the fire and sage.
And nothing
could stop me
from feeling this way.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
Carbon Monoxide is seeping,
it's seeping,
I don't seep, I sink.
I sing,
like the breeze.
I sleep like the sun
in the months
of perpetual rain. I slink
and I hide
from the fire and sage.
And nothing
could stop me
from feeling this way.
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