Earthquakes

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Hambre del Alma

Layer by layer,

hands tear way the quiet frame
flowers grow now, where there used to be nothing

 

And I evolve
I go looking for Earthquakes
because my love can split the land you stand upon
You're going to feel me from 46 miles away darling

You'll see me coming, like a terrible ending

 

But I am just getting started.

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