No Poetic Device
The Hanging Garden
Key Lime Pie
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
Now The World
The Prayer Position
I Wanna Get A Mohawk (but Mom Won't Let Me Get One)
Porphyria Cutanea Tarda
Two Of A Kind
Story At Three
Again and again they blend into one,
my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.
So what's sleep? Sleep.
I'm tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
A story at three with the shrillest of cries.
My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
They sing to me their elegy. Requiem.
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