Paroles Eight, One de The Postage Era

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wizards and warriors when midnight worriers this basements crawling /wood cabinet knot/ don't you miss the sleeping three color zenith blaring through stories of our parents/ lock arms with me/ I thought up an ink blot that spelled your name/ wood cabinet knot/ and its not I can't stop I can stop hopefully /lock arms with me/ how do you spell out everybody what rhymes with complication no words like me part of what the words that were said faultless con fabrication have we lost everything the vigor and the passion spent needle stole us /calligraphy/ when all these days are over stripped zip cord ripped and hazy eight bits or bytes whatever /tastes the same to me/ I slowed up atrophy and bled the word /calligraphy/ and its not I can't stop I can stop but it's the tantamount that /tastes the same to me/ the ink swells you can tell the ink spells part of what the words that were said faultless con fabrication spider web taste in your mouth like we were dead this life could complicate this are lives outlived in expectations our lives outlive our expectations fingers set in mortar seal the lid shaper then the pine siskin's mouth we chip away twenty sleepless summer nights turned trips to that cabinet like I know †here †long gone before I'd draw the heroes you'd write the stories I wish it could be that easy like it was not who's dead or fucked and lost this time because summer's here again and I feel it in my bones to exhale and relive the magic where has sincerity gone window seat I want to breathe the air where were you I was lost and I needed the words to help me stay faultless con fabrication.

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