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Nov 2014
oh honey (my dear)
it was a reasonably peaceful end, (my dear)
it was a drunken swallow, (my dear)
so why are sweating, (my dear)?

oh child (my, dear)
you must have swallowed Egypt (my, dear)
you look thinner than ever (my, dear)
you've let it go to pieces (my, dear)

you’re cold and contemplative
you’re no one to relate to
your skin is made of iron, (my dear)
your tongue is little sulfur (my dear)

i cannot see you breathing
i’m waiting for the touchdown
you broke it like a banshee (my, dear)
you skidded into midnight (my dear)

your eyes are little babies
your eyes are little babies crying
your eyes were made of nettles
the nettle green is
dying.
a song
Written by
Phoebe F
435
   --- and jesse packard
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