It's Nude
The bass resides dear, but not there.
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The bass resides dear, but not there.
Everything is changing… even your old letters say something new, now that you came back to me, walked in using the same door I saw you leave through.
With the flame fragile and vulnerable, and the best moments laced with the fear of being scorched, next to you in ruddy health and warm, glad by our last cusp.
A herd out of the way is a herd on its way, anyway.
The resin is in place, the omission rests in, waiting for the day.
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