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by Major Organ 07/16/2022, 12:57am PDT |
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How do the trees grow in this weather?
Follow the twisting branches.
Waiting for the front door to splinter
Waiting all winter
Scratch at the chain links, maybe bare my teeth for show
They set up camp and sing and sweat and work for days.
Practicing my solitary scales.
There'll be no more after me.
i leaned a little while up against a barber poll.
I'm all alone here as I try my tiny song.
Been there a half an hour, I wanna come home soon. |
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