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lyrics
Flower bulbs
No filaments
Black crabs
Old new deaths
Odd, due deaths
Through these darkness
We sew,
We loop threads of our limbic lives
brittle
brilliantly broken, to navigate little, literal dark holes
from crowds of lost homes
We harbour souls in rags and pods
and call unknown future
and dimmed hopes our fondest knowns