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All consuming layers of darkness
My bed now empty
my soul carries that weight
the wishing well
where we pitched pennies
no needle can reach
run rabbits run
frantic like a man
in the eye of the storm
I chase them
no idea
where they
will take me
but anyplace is
better than this
my soul carries that weight
the wishing well
where we pitched pennies
no needle can reach
run rabbits run
frantic like a man
in the eye of the storm
I chase them
no idea
where they
will take me
but anyplace is
better than this
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