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dreadfully nostalgic
worlds of churches and fields and bodies of water are mine
these benches are my home,
these shivering legs of Cold bone
old meeting rooms and village halls
i yearn not for upgrades, but for the hands of time to shift anti-clockwise
for the earth to give me another chance
my cassette player still gathers dust and i let it
i keep my soul under branches and bark and stick to it well.
this old language, it knows me.
the dragon-breath of mothers and known souls.
these benches are my home,
these shivering legs of Cold bone
old meeting rooms and village halls
i yearn not for upgrades, but for the hands of time to shift anti-clockwise
for the earth to give me another chance
my cassette player still gathers dust and i let it
i keep my soul under branches and bark and stick to it well.
this old language, it knows me.
the dragon-breath of mothers and known souls.
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