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Thinking about dy(e)ing
05:06
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pardon me i didn't see your face i must have still have been too busy starin' at the ground and look what i found plain for anyone to step upon untamed oblivious to that still remember that smile slippin out of that crack some call a mouth but it's lookin like it's more than that is it a rift assisting your thoughts' escape? the supervisor commanding you salivate i saw you as soon as i arrived but hours lapsed before i recognized you were that human i sat next to on a fence we talked about small things atomic particles and colonies of ants between the particles and colonies of ants a little crumb drew so many bugs that had been waiting to be fed it's as if they knew they could just hang out by the fence
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2
02:19
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Small talk, nervous gait
03:28
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Sitting with the awkward overhang of prematurely ended "hey"-sayin',
starin' at some door of an open store
(staring at the gore of an open sore)
i don't mind the wait, though
it's starting to rain, but
i don't mind the rain, so
it's not a complaint, i'm
acknowledging restraint, 'cause
i wanna take your face, and
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Woke up in an Aquarium
00:42
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Road salt
02:18
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even if the rain washed it out, it still won't be the same
it'd just remain in the ground, and you might find that
some aren't inclined to be walkin' on a dotted line
Takin off your shoes you found a pattern on your feet
from all the muck and salt collected on the street
Thinkin about rest you went outside to take a piss
noting the vacancy of streets from those who sleep
and wake up covered
in a fog, spreading east what makes you sneeze
wheeze and cough
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,,,
00:15
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Felt dum
02:58
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"bonus track"
00:35
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