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Midera
03:34
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Well I recount
being folded in silence.
No vibrant chorus took your place
& I never called back home for days
I was covert
in a covert in snow
Head on chest with nothing inside it
Your body holds me so well;
your body is a well
& well of course I fell fast, I’m drunk
I drink from you
& I fill up every cup
There’s a song of yours I can’t remember…
It was something sweet I’d never heard
You played it on the radio.
We’re in this mid era of
coping & copulating
I find myself to recollect what’s been hiding;
When I said I can’t simply live without
hearing what you say &
now I’ve lost….
I’ve lost all reasons to say
that I can’t now
Now we’re both low
But who’s lowest?
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