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| The Heavens | play | Starving Reptiles The last time I identified...The flies in the sky...They were dropping...Only to realize...That the frogs in the ponds were starving Funny how it is See the frogs they had so much Riding on your bicycle...as beneath your tires...the buttercups...you’re crushing...the snails beneath the cracks...of the sidewalks...that you’re stomping Can you hear the ear in the grass? Now the shells...Have turned to sand...So soft beneath your toes Can you really enjoy it? |
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| Soon On A Snowflake | play | ||||||||||
| If | play | ||||||||||
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| Familial Theft | lyrics | ||||||||||
| Hand Made Walls | lyrics | ||||||||||
| Starving Reptile | lyrics | ||||||||||
| Crack | lyrics | ||||||||||
| Instead | lyrics | ||||||||||
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