If something
This something came fluid
and fell from within I’m afraid to say
it’d be too sad to say
It might not and probably wouldn’t fit your habitat,
The woman between her ears
the only one
My backwoods nomad
Is all
and
the only one I’d even want to hear
Oddly this dysphoria rings out for miles
You might still hear it anyway
So until then...
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 12:01 AM UTC
If something
This something came fluid
and fell from within I’m afraid to say
it’d be too sad to say
It might not and probably wouldn’t fit your habitat,
The woman between her ears
the only one
My backwoods nomad
Is all
and
the only one I’d even want to hear
Oddly this dysphoria rings out for miles
You might still hear it anyway
So until then...
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