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The Water
How high the water mama
don't drink the water
it's high on the devil
with the face of the otter
in the autumn of my years
twelve steps from the water
knocking at my door
with a pail of water
dreams unleashing exterior
of my wasting inferior
lost in the water
how high the water mama
don't drink the water
it's high on the devil
with the face of the otter
in the autumn of my years
twelve steps from the water
knocking at my door
with a pail of water
dreams unleashing exterior
of my wasting inferior
lost in the water
how high the water mama
Published 23rd Apr 2022
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