1. |
damselflies
03:53
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damselflies
flitter over the river
shimmer into
the morning
light
oh how i wish that one day i could
too
but damselflies overhead condescend me
for all the things that i'll never be
unladylike n wingless
underneath
ooh
n the entomologists don't apologize
when they tell me they can't help me metamorphosize
damselflies live n they by a binary blue sky
a backward mirror to
ooh
the river
ooh
the river
ooh
ooh
ooh
the river of life, damselflies
overhead condescend me for all the things that i'll
never be
unladylike n wingless underneath
ooh
but i won't let some goddam flies bug me
n wtf do entomologists know about
human beings?
i lie in the river, let her current caress me
she carries me thru all the things
i'll ever be
ooh
ooh
ooh
ooh
in her embrace i float weightless
ooh
ooh
ooh
ooh
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2. |
siren song
03:23
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when the rising tides
waned w the moon
saw her washed up there
on the dark wet dunes
tears in her hair
salt in her wounds
heaving
for air
lips turning blue
oh but there was nothing i could do
cuz i was drowning on dry land too
so i crawled to her n she took my hand
we talked together in tongues that only sirens understand
convulsing bodies on the edge of the strand
convulsing
bodies
crashing waves on the cursed, coarse, sand
whisper together in tongues only sirens speak
we talked together n
taught each other how to breath
we cried together n
that's when she said to me
"mergirls don't have gills, guess u just get used to the dread of drowning
mergirls don't have gills, guess u just get used to the dread of drowning
mermaids
don't have gills, guess we all just get
used
but writhing like tides
together we wade thru"
we pushed thru
we'll pull thru uwu
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3. |
suffocation summer
02:12
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summer will be haunted
by a winter ghost
ashes
will fall like snow
i'll cought up dust
in the morning
n wonder where we go
when we choke
guess u'd already know
i'll step into the smoke
to light up a smoke
not in memory
but in trying to let go
i'll watch the wisps dissipate
they'll still cling heavy
to my clothes
like the lingering
traces
of u
i'm choked up
ur just choked
i'm choked up
ur just--
i'm choked up
ur just choked
i'm choked up
ur just--
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4. |
sad (a light)
01:50
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see a light in the dark
make a wish upon a star
but it's just a satellite
just a fuckin satellite
yah i wish so fucking hard
u could hear me when i
try to say goodbye
but it's just a satellite
so the memories just come back to bite me
again
again
again
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5. |
emasculate conception
02:17
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pictures
of dandelion seed heads fill up my phone
memory
the landlord calls them weeds
n i wanna
scream
"fuck u
that's my chosen
family"
the city
corporation uproots a tree only for it to reveal
an entangling
ancestrality
bismillah ar-rahman ar-rahim, i breathe
the ayatul kursi to the breeze as she carries
my children from me
she carries
my children from me
thru alleys
where flowerboys sow n reap
the breeze
carries our legacies n
leaves
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6. |
legos
01:33
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empty home
typical, typical
the guilt won't
let me go, let me go
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7. |
friendly fire!
02:28
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"friendly fire!"
ur brother laughs at u
"liar, liar!"
u shoot back in return
sibling rivalry
played out virtually
a digital sandbox
for violence to be
but despite urself
u'll still look upon the memory
fondly
"friendly fire!"
"friendly fire!"
"friendly fire!"
"friendly fire!"
"friendly fire!"
"friendly fire!"
"friendly fire!"
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8. |
misconstrued
03:46
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misconstrued
the way i always sat beside u in
homeroom
w ur blue barettes n
panda eyes so cute
so u turn on me
i swear it's not what it seems
as u accuse me of wanting to get it
when all i wanted was those blue barettes
well fuck it
misconstrued
an academic on cable news says
accessories are a problematic
tool
thru which men
fetishize the female archetype
n appropriate it into their own
assemblage
as i wear my blue barettes n
remember u
misconstrued
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9. |
lil lullaby
03:16
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hold on
n i'll hold on beside u
hold on
n let the stars guide u
onward
they sing the lullaby u
learnt when u were young
"hold on"
let the starlight hold us until rises the dawn
n i know how often u wish it wouldn't rise at all
how the inevitable days fly by in violence w no reason why n
somehow it still feels like it's ur fault
cuz baby i feel that way too
alone n abused
but the stars they taught me this tune
i'd like to sing to u
it goes
"constellations
are sometimes very far apart
but there's an invisible line
still connects us in the dark
constellations
are sometimes very far apart
but there's an invisible line
still connects us in the dark
constellations
are sometimes very far apart
but there's an invisible line
still connects us in the dark"
constellations
are sometimes very far apart
hidden by daylight
but there's still that line
so hold on
n i'll hold on beside u
hold on
n let the stars guide u
onward
they sing the lullaby u
learnt when u were young
"hold on"
let the starlight hold us until rises the dawn
let the starlight hold us until rises the dawn
let the starlight hold us until rises the dawn
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