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Dead Key Drawer
04:01
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you wake up, if that’s what you care to call it
curse the sun that creeps in through the cracks
give a shake and wish upon that old magic 8 ball
that always says “don’t count on it” no matter what you ask
nobody sets out to be forgotten
nobody intends to be had
every snare the hunters laid is rotten
lying in the dust of Khorsabad
all those puppy teeth were so so sharp
before the years of grinding in your jaw
everyone remembers you a gold star shining
nobody remembers when the sky went dark
the dead key drawer in the hall reminds you
that every key outlives the lock it serves
every snare the hunters set to bind you
is just a kiss across your haptic nerve
a million prisoners paint the walls of their million cells
each brick the colour of a brick
each lightbulb painted the colour of the light
each thing disguised exactly as itself
the dead key drawer in the hall reminds you
that every key is bound to be forgot
and every light the wardens set to blind you
illuminates all their secret thoughts
nobody sets out to be forgotten
but here we sit beneath Dur-Sharrukin
every snare the wardens laid is rotten
the dead key drawer gapes to draw you in
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Eigengrau
04:12
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Eigengrau
close your eyes
let everything fade
soft to gray
tomorrow might be
a new day- a new day - a new day
when the dark
is fully complete
you make sparks in the back of your eyes
to invent a new sky.
i will miss you - my love
1000x 1000x
but i will hold you
always
in the back of my tired eyes
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Emphasize Differences
02:35
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I'm planting a garden
red roses and raspberry canes
a border of sweetness
love disguised as thorns that twine
between your heart and mine
springtime will send you
purple heart violets and blue columbines
patience and folly combined
to fill the barren field that lies
between your heart and mine
stuck here in december
i can't get a seed in the ground
i can barely remember
the world keeps circling 'round and round
again and again,
i'm planting a garden
red roses and raspberry canes
a border of sweetness
love disguised as thorns that climb
between your heart and mine;
love that fills the vacant lot
between your heart and mine
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