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world away
04:15
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world away again
dont know how
dont know how
this keeps happening
find the root in the crease
pull at it repeatedly
i keep unearthing more and more
til it snaps dry
pile at my side
of what i’ve done
hidden in light
but its actually not there
and im looking for it every night
the reason i started searching
the center of my own thinking
why i do this in the morning
arch my back
moan like that
do it all
do it all again
again
do it all again
again
hearing sound
hearing sound
i, think i can see that
appleton woke me with violet water
thought you knew that
see this difference?
the width of all movement?
its mellowed through it
but it all looks the same to you
in spaced installments and dreamy waves
i see them, im asking my questions
you walk by me on pavement
i dont know
i dont why this happens
in pearlescent crystal
and harbored love
this haunts me until i die
a reoccurring faith
plays back in funny ways
tint the film, slide it an inch
its meant to happen this way
its meant to unfold like this
do you understand?
brandon? brandon? brandon? brandon?
brandon?
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bed early
04:48
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and this reoccurring faith
my religion outsourced from an island
with the length of a weapon
and these weather patterns
i dont know how to do this
or how to change it
and the compass in my hand
keeps on
keeps on
keeps on
turning, the only thing thats mine
my field of view, is blindin’
can’t see through “look at it”
i dont know how to stop it
i dont know how to stop it
just washes away the rain
away with a robin
an american template
all plush, and paid to package
used as an ornament,
instead as entertainment
but hey i won the challenge
but i didnt know it was a challenge
it was not my intention
but then how did i mean it
mold my mistakes as attempts at
being late,
and rude,
irritable,
and obsessed with you
say that i’ve forgotten
but im left remembering
im left remembering
oh, and im digging through edited archives
of birds in chicago
and windows in the hilton
the truth in my action
without tempering it
oh, oh
and on your left, its tourism
but veins of a close neighborhood
11th and bleeker
your words written in my book
yeah what about it?
just remnants of thoughts on remsen?
and beaches of cannon?
please stop
please stop manipulating this
can’t fuck with it
or else i’ll remember by trying to forget it
the sound of the morning, oh
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Alexander Nothing Grand Rapids, Michigan
Autotomy out now.
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