Soft and the forest,
churned tunes, and the lemon twist,
songs deep within the dark,
deep as the night sky.
Suddenly late...
...all alone.
mold of the too late,
model of the do dads.
blown out, cut-up,
and melted.
Lost in the frustration
the chorus is bringing
you in.
Feet in the puddle,
the chimes are singing
in the rain.
Drown along with the ally,
you think your tired?
Another animal girl,
stay alive for minute longer..
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