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Testo A Song To Ruin
A lone voice crying in the wilderness:
Make the straight way for the coming of the...
A dry throat stutters on an empty vision of milk and honey and desolate quiet.
A dry mouth falters on the opening blast of a song to ruin,
What it left behind.
a bare sole longing for the feel of concrete and a lone voice crying in the wilderness.
I have these dreams when I'm feeling sick of unfinished patterns that I can't collate at all.
Of an inward breath in a land bereft of uncrippled figures. Of an exhalation,
Of the himavant,
Of a pulse.
Make the straight way for the coming of the...
A dry throat stutters on an empty vision of milk and honey and desolate quiet.
A dry mouth falters on the opening blast of a song to ruin,
What it left behind.
a bare sole longing for the feel of concrete and a lone voice crying in the wilderness.
I have these dreams when I'm feeling sick of unfinished patterns that I can't collate at all.
Of an inward breath in a land bereft of uncrippled figures. Of an exhalation,
Of the himavant,
Of a pulse.
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