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Trickle down the trellis Every jealous, feeble thought I realized I couldn't change myself with anything I've bought Batten down the hatches with a barrel to my temple Unleash the storm before it forms feral in my mental Flood the foundations so deep it soaks bone I don't want to live here if I can't call it home
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
Storm / Shelter
Trickle down the trellis Every jealous, feeble thought I realized I couldn't change myself with anything I've bought Batten down the hatches with a barrel to my temple Unleash the storm before it forms feral in my mental Flood the foundations so deep it soaks bone I don't want to live here if I can't call it home
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
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