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Staring at the Ground
01:06
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Dirt
14:04
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Take me away.
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Steel Machines Falling
12:17
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Pushing away old photos
Trying to forget
Vacant cavities
Showing what has always been
Decades growing deaf
Trying to hold on
Holding one another
Those grown cold
Letting blood thicken
Turning pale
Beside a vanishing face
Turning to hell
When you can't feel safe
Growing evermore cold
With every piece of you
Looking for a body to hold
An aching grave of you
Faces without shapes
Voices without names
All because of you
In your blind fate
You won't ever feel safe
You will never feel safe
This pain won't ever go away
And you will never feel safe again
Tapping my feet
Against a wooden floor
Moving my fingers
Across steel in swarms
Just like this I could laugh
Grin at a blackened storm
What I can never have
A sight that's not mine
Thousands just like me
With nowhere to hide
But never being seen
Turning from beaching light
Cherishing sight of your life
From this perpetual shame
I can never be freed
I will never be free again
So let the sky feed my fate
Let my sun fall away
I will never be free again
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This is mine
Whispers and images
Both to be taken
By memory and time
But for now
These are mine
And when no one remembers me
In this heaven
I will remember them
My dreams
My scenery
Though carved and heady
They belong to me
Belong to cowards
I heed my tongue
To selfsame eyes and handspun ears
These words I've spent
All the years I've lent
Only you can ever see
What's been scribbled
In this vacant room
Where every love will end
In this empty heaven
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Rags to Cover Your Eyes
06:28
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It Will Be Alright
07:14
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Withering Away
19:15
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When they coo
And you hear their cries
It can only be over
And when I'm gone
I don't want you to cry
To miss me
To feel regret
Or remember every little thing
I ever said
I don't want you to love me
Don't hope I'm in a better place
Don't dream of seeing me again
Just for my sake
I want you to please forget me
Forget I was ever here at all
Just say nothing for now
And watch the sun set with me
Just stare at the clouds with me
Look at all that could've been
An endless prairie
With life laid in front
Of a horizon growing a tinted plum
Sit and watch with me
Since there ain't nothing left to say.
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I pray to skies
To clouds you can't see
And skies I've only seen
In courage and dreams
In empty hopes
And strung up ropes
Prayers for silent screams
And dust breathing
Sun won't snuff in sleep
Across a flat, barren earth
A love soaked nowhere
Watching the clouds
Bathed in a dusty heather
Bleeding a plum stained light
Exhaling a childhood innocence
I won't ever let go of.
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Of Punishment
05:28
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Each in Their Own Time
13:22
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Embrace a Final Time
05:10
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Poor Wooden Structures
07:48
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Let Me Pick Daisies
11:02
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Nowhere
06:46
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Heart Beaten
09:05
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You Burn the Sky
09:16
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Stay
32:17
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Plums
09:25
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Search the gleam in the water
Look for a glimmer that's yours
But I don't know who you are
I don't know you anymore
Shivering in rain drops
Strung from a sky as dolls
There are no writings
To hear what you see
No right words
When you don't want what you feel
There's no right acts
When you can't seem to be
What's asked of you
And the voices in your head
Don't seem to end
There's always webs
Sunk in your throat
Choking out what should've been said
Trapping away anything I wanted to say
Unwanted visions
Of your brother dying
The unwanted sight
Of my brother crying
Fingers ground to dust
Swept away
The next caved in hour
Half-lies dancing in everything
Choking in crevices
Choking in your own throat
Watching your brother die
Dreams of wasting another life
Thoughts of your brother
And best wishes for your brother
Because I've wasted another life
Clutching at what grains of sand
Still remain in your hands
Orb weavers in your throat
Spinning threads of hope
Spinning in your head
So you may never speak again
A memorial for woolen shame
When eight legs depart
Weightless carpenters for a monument
To a ruined heart.
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A Bed for Letting Go
05:43
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Temple to an uncovered plush
Where I’ve laid my head
So many nights before
The same place
Always going away
Always ending just another day
Upon this guilt
Piled high in three blankets
It’s just the same way
I say what’s meant to be the last
And I let go
For another shadowed day
I can’t stomach another stay
And I let go
With the polished blade
Of everything I could never be
Falling far too late
Since failing will come again
In my bed
Turning to forget
Tossing to submit
To letting go again
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I dream of you endlessly. Oklahoma
This Empty Carousel
IDOYE
Somewhere swallowed.
Cherish Sweet
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