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Ferry, ANRI Arcane
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A stolen fruit
A childish sin has taken root
In carpet grids
A winding road for toothless kids
A thankless weight
Each carcass longs for wooden crates
Not sticks and feet
Turn over, kitty, turn and see that
Flesh should not lie flat
One step can't cover seven steps
Where gardens once unwrapped
Was there a place like that?
And I return, to a small world
Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
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A pack of dogs
You spin atop a cardboard box
A burning tent
The newest coat of hip cement
Shot down a bird
And Bacchus laughed, or so I heard
No shoe unsold
Black needles fold into a row, but
Life should not lie flat
A branch under your skin had snapped
Where rivers laid and slept
Was there a time like that?
And I return, to a small world
Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
ย
And I return, to a small world
Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
And I return, to a small world
Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold
Where did it go? Where did your life go?
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat
ย