Cold eyes dilate and fall, Stair-long into the dirt. Shifting back They shake the earth. Digging deep, the central nerve. It’s hard struck. Immovable. Made of words alchemical. They twist and turn like hex and spell. We beg on knees to reach them. We beg and scratch the surface. We dig the earth to reach them. We dig under the surface.
ToothBloom Static Trance Mixed Episode Indie
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