I open the paint that tried to dry my love
To the faint sounds of the flies we're dreaming of
The dog sat there
And everywhere
The smell of muddy air
Terrify a hotel packaged mini soap
Satisfied with farewells dressed as embryos
Cleaning the mud
From my lungs
Singing hymns of
Nothing
Try to go now
Cleaning the mud
From my lungs
Singing hymns of
Nothing
Try to go now
Cleaning the mud
From my lungs
Singing hymns of
Nothing
Try to go now
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