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Bleached
11:37
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Sickly field of washed roses
Laying under a rainbow of bleach
Blooming, Leeching
Off fields of Hathway Steel
You're radiant, pink, free
Leaving a halo around your presence
With gradient leaves and sharp thorns
I watch your dance
You're better than the others
Louder than the rest
I hold onto you
In thought alone
Knowing that one day
I'll come back
When all the white fields have faded
And harvest is near
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Post Urban
03:49
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Houses
11:55
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Houses
pasted by the millions
firefly windows
alit by lifeless light
their gnarled singular frames
lay dormant
through fields of moquette
and roots that run infinitely deep
above, acres of marigold
a bleached texture stitched into infinity
unfazed by the everlasting sun
on the timeless saturated day
its subtle hint of life
pacing to the sound of distant trumpets
and radios of a different past
in a shallow fabric breeze
time is held still
calmed by a vacant presence
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Memories Of Earth
03:57
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Where will they go now
In the charcoal sun the night is cold and long
Memories of this old town
in the winding halls the walls are closing in
They’re closing in
Dystopia draws nearer every day
Memories fabricated
will they slip away
A tape is winding from a time not long ago they can’t recall
unfamiliar and unfeeling
In this old town
The streets appear the same
They’ll never change
Dystopia draws nearer every day
Our time is drawing closer
Are they here to stay
We’re here to stay
Dystopia draws nearer every day
Memories fabricated
Will they fade away
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