- 01 · lyrics
the things we have
The city is asleep and it is covered in white The bed hugs me like we have never ever met The song feels like home and the birds stayed dead The rainbow trapped in my room gifted by a child Things I could have kept when I walked the quiet beach Things I wanted to confess to the big blue small earth Things you should have kept from the author of the write Things you must have buried with the fork you can't teach We
- 02 · poem
the day the world will know
There are two sides to one stone. The grave submerged with lies of the dead, Curses that left the living all scared.
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