The desperate hog had nearly set the stage
The stripping above, the gravel wrinkles with age
Home again, and give the flowers a watch
The list of deeds will put a mother in charge
Reading the hard stars with grief
Leaving a sore mind, indeed
Humming the whole tones I like
Letting the wonder in
Leave that grove, the pace
And I would become more waste
And that hole, no sink, no space, I died
I'm alive in the chase
The living is hard, the living ninjas in trains
The disregarded, the minimal face
Emma's in bed, the heaven kissing the ground
The tumors rot and shed a little night gown
Reading the hard stars with grief
Leaving a sore mind, indeed
Humming the whole tones I like
Letting the wonder in
Leave that grove, the pace
And I would become more waste
And that hole, no sink, no space, I died
I'm alive in the chase
And it's passing me, passing me, great
And it's passing me, passing me, great
And it's passing me, passing me, great
And it's passing me, passing me, fate
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