So I told my blankets and BAD bed
In the cushion onion like i teardrop
Some light some music some ache
Some will say it was yesterday
Remember the fury of the volcano
That disturbing wind of glory
Standing tied to the pole
The shape of world s strange
Hear now the sirens chant
Some rasta fadeing charm
Pulls you to the door
You remain anchored but
To the floor
Go bitch go.
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