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I lie in a field Waiting for myself to arrive The quintessence of knowing the Depths of my soul Immobilized - Idyllic? I lie in a field asleep Coupled with roots of Sycamore Promises - I suppose. I suppose I'm desperate to feel Grounded within the viscerally fleeting... I'll meet you there? Relapse. Relapse. Relapse.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
BeforeWard One
I lie in a field Waiting for myself to arrive The quintessence of knowing the Depths of my soul Immobilized - Idyllic? I lie in a field asleep Coupled with roots of Sycamore Promises - I suppose. I suppose I'm desperate to feel Grounded within the viscerally fleeting... I'll meet you there? Relapse. Relapse. Relapse.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
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