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Pomona
03:11
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you can't leave me to it
a paraplegic chore
old souls die young
so what if your arms are soar
you're not for
not for sale
you were
you were
carrying a cure
carrying a cure
carrying a cure
in my heavy reading
a proverbial thinking piece
I look past your words
into my periphery
and there you were
continue your journaling
not for
not for sale
you were
you were
you were carrying a cure
carrying a cure
you were carrying a cure
would you carry me
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sobering stories of ancient hatreds
come and give me something i can walk away with
wandering far
sobering stories of ancient hatreds
come and give me something i can walk away with
wondering so hard
for so long
bone by bone or flesh by flesh
we can be stripped of all we possess
your company
is everything
i've got a light to shed
and a little love to give
if you're listening
it's yours
as i'm all yours
for the taking
to have and to endure
to have but to endure
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Banter
03:05
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i took time
reconciled everyone of your passes at life
in my hands
your prescription was calling me out
to take it
take it in
caught in a banter i can't comprehend
or make any sense of it
there's no end
i took time
i've gotta know what you think it means
to pay attention to the prompts
you're prompting me to be someone i'm not
caught in a banter i can't comprehend
or make any sense of it
there's no end
in sight
caught in a banter i can't comprehend
or make any sense of it
there's no end
but hopes not absent
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4. |
Playing Without
04:17
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sick love
i can't keep from catching
thought it best
to fasten this illness
to my chest
inhale and now its in me
sweet girl
our entire world's
surrounding
the painting we've picture ourselves in
cut all ties and kill the first impression
we're searching for more
i feel we're getting closer
we're checking for pulse
and playing without penalties
hostile
colors
run wild
and cover
every inch of white on the canvas
anarchistic love is what i'm handed
sweet girl
our entire world's
surrounding
the painting we've pictured ourselves in
cut all ties
dismiss the past i'm questioning
we're searching for more
i feel we're getting closer
we're checking for pulse
and playing without penalties
love is gone once understood
your love is gone once understood
your love is weightless
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