Dec 28, 2017
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As I do
Waiting to be fully in bloom
Think of us as a tree
As I do
Waiting to be fully in bloom
I am not sure when the time will be
But part of me knows the time is over
Had a dream I was running from something
Silly feelings like the stalk
Disaster is the star
Where we boil the one-eyed peacock at the door
There is more to life than death
Disaster is the depth
Disaster is the red road
Where we scatter the golden pansies
That were grown on the roof
There’s more to me than death
Disaster
You’re betting that I’m wrong
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December 28, 2017
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