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O'er the breathing pines You idiot, Squash down the slide of mud Come in. Dance in the feeling of just feeling it Indoors, come in. Indoors! Chambers of woody respite Don't push it, Layers of wool up the sky Come down. Attach to a feeling that's just out of reach Come down, make this easy for me. Skate against rainwater pools Your sweater! Lay flat, under stilts and a ladder Mom's sweater! Learn that mistakes are what make us dead Uh, not quite… just get mommy a bottle. Sit dimly, after Sunday like a rolling hill Dear, go get new mommy a bottle.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Working to the Noise Goes Out
O'er the breathing pines You idiot, Squash down the slide of mud Come in. Dance in the feeling of just feeling it Indoors, come in. Indoors! Chambers of woody respite Don't push it, Layers of wool up the sky Come down. Attach to a feeling that's just out of reach Come down, make this easy for me. Skate against rainwater pools Your sweater! Lay flat, under stilts and a ladder Mom's sweater! Learn that mistakes are what make us dead Uh, not quite… just get mommy a bottle. Sit dimly, after Sunday like a rolling hill Dear, go get new mommy a bottle.
Finished June 29, 2017
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
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