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Soft silouhettes creep into my bed and wrap ribbons around my head ribbons for the dead. I am what they could have been instead. They could have been a frog They could have been a hazey fog But they have been all, all along. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. There are butterfly bones stuck in my teeth I scream! Bare wings bounce off my boots. Atleast if it had been spit, I could have shined my shoes. The butterfly had nothing to lose. The butterfly had nothing to lose. Lizards slither through motions lather Curve around the edge of the end. Pulled still by the momentous illusion Of those fat rat gems dripping juices. I'll drink a glass with my Breakfast under evil's gazebo. ** HARD. MAD. SLOW.** -StrAngel https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/thirst
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
BAREN RIBBON THIRST
Soft silouhettes creep into my bed and wrap ribbons around my head ribbons for the dead. I am what they could have been instead. They could have been a frog They could have been a hazey fog But they have been all, all along. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song. There are butterfly bones stuck in my teeth I scream! Bare wings bounce off my boots. Atleast if it had been spit, I could have shined my shoes. The butterfly had nothing to lose. The butterfly had nothing to lose. Lizards slither through motions lather Curve around the edge of the end. Pulled still by the momentous illusion Of those fat rat gems dripping juices. I'll drink a glass with my Breakfast under evil's gazebo. ** HARD. MAD. SLOW.** -StrAngel https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/thirst
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
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