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Mr Bloom
01:51
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Don't eat your food, but drink your lake.
Paint your arms red, you will march until your legs break.
Like Mr Bloom, smiling joylessly on Ringsend Road
Daedalus, I am sorry, but, we will always work these hard days.
And always feel this way. As Pyrrhus of Epirus.
Like Mr Bloom, smiling joylessly on Ringsend Road.
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(Perun)
02:08
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The Pliers for Sinew
03:28
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I consider it like running away, or being late to the engagement.
In a Gray Park, blood-welts bloom from honey bees,
When they are chasing me
Sirens are seductive when they are shirtless.
But they howl like dogs when you step on their toes.
Hand me the pliers and the syringe.
Cut the stragglers sinew from her wounds like wires,
while Sisters and Fathers bandage the stump.
Blood down her innocent face from the adrenaline needle in her forehead...
I am crying.
I am sorry.
She looks doped,
She looks High.
Catching her glance, she stared at me with a gap-toothed smile.
I remember her black, steel hair. It was resting on her shoulders.
I am crying.
I am sorry.
She looks doped,
She looks High.
She said "No"..."No", "No".
You are perfect...
I am crying.
I am sorry.
She looks doped,
She looks High.
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(Veles)
02:04
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Ashleigh
03:29
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I held salt in my hands from Sea while you held me.
I gave up on this life by the Sea, as she left me.
An older man growing towers from his teeth.
I think of the warmth and smell from beneath the sheets, the pebble-sand flowing through my hands, so pleasantly.
the Sea retreats like Neptune on his knees.
A Merchant counts his silk.
A Merchant counts his losses.
Beneath the deck of his ship, a storm-torn wreck.
That's about to sail to Venice from anywhere that isn't here.
I held sand from the Sea by the waves in the overcast Gray.
Rain running down my nose to the sand imprints my body made.
The last fossil impression to be burnt and wasted away.
Then they pulled you from the sea; I called you Ashleigh.
With a smile so old, please come here my dear.
You are going to get a cold.
Her toes parted the sands and i cried protectively.
I will always save her.
That is the only thing i feel.
I have nothing left but a Daughter who isn't real.
She would run through streets.
She would trip and fall on the cobbles.
She was the only thing in this world that was just so sweet.
I understand my Mother and my Fathers struggles.
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Perun and Veles Sydney, Australia
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