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Migration Season
05:10
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Clear the sky
Migration season has arrived
Louder than before
Those voices I chose to ignore
Lies make these teeth
With new brands of neology
Letters on a page
But words that I could never say
So why wasn’t I created with wings?
To be part of flocks and amongst kings and queens
And now the hearts and sky are times away from here
I don’t understand—these sounds are so unclear
Turning of the tide
Heartless threads I would derive
Set the loving sky
The brightest days always died
Change my scenery
For different kinds of gallery
That fragile winter bite
These birds are now in a flight
I know why I was refused to have wings
I’m left here searching for love and pointless things
And I listen to the Earth and she rues, “My dear—“
I now understand these patterns that whisper in my ear
Clear the sky
Migration season has arrived
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Dead Oceans
05:43
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And so we swim in different hues
Sunken ships through and through
But land locked aside
Straight in the eye
These dead oceans can pass me by
Your colored panes and my dark sails
Can tell horror, wars, and fairy tales
But blood cells aligned
Fingerprints combined
We carry the name of those before died
My mirrored hands are held with glue
Hoping you don’t reflect or consume
But confessions in mind
Those ceilings designed
These sorted old branches never lie
And each breath in lung has its end
So when the time comes do not contend
But our love is confide
Even bodies behind
We extend our arms to the bond we tied
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Royal Family
03:58
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No more chance to change the carpet tier
The red wall of voices—no longer here
As eaters circle ‘round those wasted dreams
The bay would have dreamt of such machines
Born of fire to record the masses
With that, God forgives and rescues
Bonds within
Now, papers slowly burn once brethren
These past crowns fought through violent weapons
Just canvas to paint sounds before
Once rulers now turned by civil war
The bearer of Christ preached his passes
And the king faded glories
A different skin
And still I say: We are the Royal Family
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Leather Roots
05:22
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Little talks toward a fiery breeze
Your colors gleam in a darkened sea
With past scales to weigh a heavy mind
And resting hands to fear the loving kind
Our bleeding trees stand with leather roots
And we chance ourselves for what ensues
But these broken limbs have been traced
Sparrows feed from the tongues we’ve placed
Yellow pedals follow simple rhyme
Watch as freckles surface in time
So grace me hands and teeth behind
And clocks will paint most perfect divides
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