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Swallowing Stones
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Early Writings When will my nitemare come true?
The cordial in my soil is boiling
I am ready for the spinach
Why do I always sound the same?
I'll be your circus side show
The freak
The creep
Give me another word to heed
Give me another stone to swallow
I'll be your circus side show
The freak
The creep
One more, one more
Dropping stones upon the floor
One last, one last
Stone until I start to fast
My eyes will melt the water
I will smell of cordial soul
But I will not be hungry
Anymore
