Bring the shovel from the store
Lay it on these bleeding soils
As I dig my ways to it’s belly
To bury a world of names
All the selfishness I have warmed
Bin every bone of every “respect”
And stitch back the ends of time.
Bring the shovel from the store
Lay it on these bleeding soils
As I dig my ways to it’s belly
To bury a world of names
All the selfishness I have warmed
Bin every bone of every “respect”
And stitch back the ends of time.
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