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Inter//sections
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bdayyy_
01:45
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licorice T/Warm glow
03:57
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Warm glow. Warm glow; sunbeam; amber.
Nestled in an attic space.
Amber made some licorice tea.
Pushed apart a sliding door,
Dusty unused workbench,
Spiderweb box of books,
Passin orbs of energy.
Content in this moment.
Soft simple cinnamon that's sentimental.
Time spent with one of a true friend.
My love was more i loved you in that warm glow
Like innocence, like innocence, that in a sense, like innocents.
Let's run away for a picnic,
grabbed a slice of bread.
We ran to a farmer's field,
Amber had apple juice jars.
We still had our books with us,
as we open them to read,
I feel a warmth run through my mind,
the sun illuminated the earth.
Content in this moment.
Soft simple, cinnamon that's sentimental.
Relax, subtle motion, minutiae.
My love was more, I left you in that warm glow.
Like innocence, like innocence, that in a sense, like innocents.
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Voice0338
01:35
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sleepy
02:52
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Mush's Day Off
03:15
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Burning sunlight, I've been up all night
in the dim light, and the dampness.
Smell of coffee filters thru the air.
And the dripping, of the faucet.
Oh pileus, oh stipe.
I'll wait until I'm bigger,
until my body's ripe.
Am I here to amuse myself,
to forget my misery?
Am I on commission,
could this be for nothing at all?
Why do I exist?
Why do I exist?
Here I am fixed between soundboard and bridge.
Oh Erik Satie, the mushroom.
Erik Satie, Erik,
the mushroom.
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pUrPLe muOtHswAsh
00:23
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Aquatones
06:42
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To dissolve
05:13
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Waiting for the moment, there is no sound here but the trees rustling.
Fingers poised, her steady breath.
The weight around her neck.
Her focus, she feels it.
Love's capturing atmosphere.
She descends into pacific spirit park,
in twilight with a little mist of rain.
Secret messages, you whisper in my ear.
We head towards a fallen tree,
sit in silent darkness side by side.
And I couldn't see your face at all.
But I held each word in my mouth like sugarcubes to dissolve
She's my best friend. She's my best friend.
She keeps.
She keeps sayin' how close can we get.
How close can we get?
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omg i am so cute
01:19
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I am nothing but the rocks in the pavement at Don Mitchell Pool
Oil spill rainbows; warm days with a space heater.
I am something but the rocks at St. Dom's School.
precious Metals,
futile okay,
K.O.ed by the space eater
Pulling teeth thru little threads
pulling teeth thru little threads
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cactus
02:20
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