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Labyrinths
02:31
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A broken promise of a safe road, a single path to shepherd all. Littered with the gold of past lives, their stories stenciled on the walls. I cling to desire like a petulant child with his hands on something dangerous. Holding it close and breathing carefully, deceived. In a garden in the forest, infinite bookshelves line the walls. It’s hidden somewhere in my memory, but I’ve found nothing there at all. I cling to desire like a petulant child with his hands on something dangerous. Holding it close and breathing carefully, deceived. I didn’t know to find it on my own. It’s all been nullified. Walk forever. We’ll rest when the day is done. We won’t recover. We’ll burn under endless sun.
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Dug Up in the Dark
03:21
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In repose, brilliant in the winter sunlight: tangled roots and dirty hair. A harvest, dug up in the dark by shadows, left to breathe cool air. A fool’s errand entertained, and now we’re standing on the edge of something wrong. I can’t see past the boundary of these days. It grows, hidden within prayers and half-truths. Muted measures slip away. A harvest, dug up in the dark by shadows, left to dance and play. A fool’s errand entertained, and now we’re standing on the edge of something wrong. I can’t see past the boundary of these days.
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Mirror World
02:44
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A vision of your counterpart, you're sickened by the thought. Of meaning lost to a stubborn heart, you're sickened by the thought. You had your chance and you made your choice, now you can’t let go of what might have been in that mirror world. You're sickened by the thought of leaving your reality. You’re darkened by the shadow cast by what could be. You've missed every chance, every opportunity. You're sickened by the thought of a distant view of dawn. A single step into the unknown, you’re sickened by the thought. One right move to change everything, you’re sickened by thought. You had your chance and you made your choice, now you’re sticking with what has to be in our mirror world.
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The Whole Story
03:14
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Heavy hangs the satellite like a stranger in your home who knows where you’ve been, what you said, but won’t reveal. Heavy hangs the satellite, another fractal in the sky. Your memory’s fraying, but it’s all clear from up here. You’re just a line in the story. You’re just a word in a single volume. You’re just a line in the story. Heavy hangs the satellite, swollen with our myth, ripe with everything we’ve known and ever will.
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