Yoked
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O' the summer time is gone.
And the trees are brown and cryin'.
And I can't hold on to time.
But for you, my dear, I'm tryin'.
Ambergris.
Your beak found its home in my stomach.
I can't dissolve it, nor can I bring it upon myself to throw it back up.
Calcified.
Precious, precious Ambergris.
Ship of Theseus
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Disclaimer: I condemn these thoughts and you should not romanticise this feeling.
It is toxic and harmful, in writing them, I rid myself of them. They are honest, but I set myself free.
In Bloom
Oh you know. Death and Rot. The usual.
- Drums in the Deep