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tantamount anathema
01:29
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ive been running around singing your secrets like i wasn't one, as with the proud owners of the bodies in motion, an ambulatory ache like none i knew and none of it and nothing left to chance, pretend there's not sometimes no epithets will do, tantamount anathema who could ask of, not quite lost to be found, lost to be an equal, the swollen moon amidst the swarming suns
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sick of summer
01:37
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nothing is another name for it, woven through the codified summons, sick of summer, prefaced by the dreck anointed, in commiseration with the sun's regal murk, interim, among, when the days work is in remission, sick of summer
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yaya toure / kolo toure
00:59
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if you don't want to be a bastard dont talk they'll know, by these agents of disaster i hope you don't, how the books are all the ghosts of the trees lets burn em up and watch their bodies settle down like seed, i dont know what you want lets declare a moratorium
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cryptic trash
02:53
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the cryptic diptych of your hands and the land above, this is where i bring my assembly lineage, that i have not yet tasted enough of my own blood to know what goes good with it
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pm
01:01
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put it down to paws& meat, everything you absorb you secrete, chalk it up to the mother fuckers, put it down to the sun being of some, when the knife gets tight and close enough to whisper, we'll be with you little sister, we'll be with you then
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seeker
00:58
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my own mistaken offering, to that which is another, to that which is a, mail it to your brother, tell it as it is or should've been, things as i have given them, to hide from the seeker, as it were in collusion, now all my friends who were rabbits are dead
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when we are again
01:14
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when we are again reduced to dealing in the earth from which we came newtonian deterministic horse shit fucking with my brain every time you write it down they change it from a conceit to a consolation i won't mind it if you call from another tree top bones all broken in your skin some bodies cannot show or tell the only way to wade into the well
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ok contour
02:44
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i think i see a lot of what people don't like in me in you tiger tombs, terminator 2, untoward, ok contour, the monument was undermined by the city around it, they underwent an occurrence, meddle with the instruments, sever the sousaphone, turn the body down to a safe volume
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regal murk Brooklyn, New York
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