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White Paint On Field - Liar, Flower
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White Paint On Field Liar, Flower

White Paint On Field - Liar, Flower
I think it’s flowers
Instead of stars on cunning honeyed feed
I wish you would come home
And want me
White paint on field

Curtains gather awkwardly
Jessica, please call me
I wish you would come home
And want me
White paint on field

And I could sit here forever
And will you to appear
She ride in circles
Petunia

Clouds at my feet
And I stand on stone
Squint into the sun
As she swims through my arms
I wish you would come home
And want me
White paint on field

And I sit here forever
And will you to appear
She ride in circles
Petunia
My belly full of lungs
My lungs full of eyes
Dogs tear something to pieces
Petunia
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