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Fleece
03:54
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There's a light above me
I know it's close to the end
I'm going to die, but it's alright
I'm not much of a thing
There's a light above you
You're looking at me square
Your eyes are red, still a bit wet
I can't withstand your stare
But I want to be the one to take it from myself
I've been dishing bluffs like fleeces
None of them ignited
They just catch the rain
The fire burns me instead
There's a light about me
I know it's close to the end
I'm going to die, but it's alright
I'm not much of a thing
But I want to be the one to take it from myself
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Brother
04:17
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There is a dark orb circling this room
We spit our fire in turn
If I told you I try, would you believe that I do?
I know I've been failing you
I've been having this dream where you trip
Your belongings scattering
Chest filled to the brim, eyes welling
desperate to protect your skin
Then I drift back into a fitful sleep
Dark purple, glitter-spangled semi-dream
When we're alone in the room I listen to you breathe
My head fills with memories
Even when it gets cold, you like the sound of AC
I don't mind if it helps you sleep
I've been having this dream where you trip
Your belongings scattering
Chest filled to the brim, eyes welling
Desperate to protect your skin
Then I drift back into a fitful sleep
Dark purple, glitter-spangled semi-dream
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Gone Away
02:56
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There's a tall fire behind you,
Your back blood red in its light
All the ground stretching before you
To the horizon alight
All but where your shadow's cast:
Obsidian, tall, hollow you
Miming a sprint as if to mock
To your echo say:
"Please don't go away"
Soon you'll be laying down on him,
points of contact infinite
Watch the semi-sphere expanding,
About face into the night
Break the plane with your big toe, trace its progress to your neck
Every thought you ever had finds its repose and
You have gone away.
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Spit Shine
03:03
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Trying to change this habit of flight,
discover ways to retain this light
On brittle precipices, gain eyes
Minding my feet to spot fracture sites
Can't help but notice I'm wandering,
I'm wasting all my time
Seeking assurances that live inside,
still somehow hard to find
How long can ideas keep their shine?
Arms shaking holding my staff this high
And if at some point I put it down,
I wonder if you'll still be around
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