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The Mind Is a Lake Filled With Driftwood
Someone killed the sun
and it bled on the moon
red, red, red,
everything is
dead, dead, dead,
binary stars and black holes
are things I cant control
but are stuck in my
head, head, head,
we're all
dead, dead, dead.
and I just threw my
sunglasses out the window.
and it bled on the moon
red, red, red,
everything is
dead, dead, dead,
binary stars and black holes
are things I cant control
but are stuck in my
head, head, head,
we're all
dead, dead, dead.
and I just threw my
sunglasses out the window.
Published 20th Oct 2019
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