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The daylight recedes in unison, this room Buries the hours like death, in motion Nobody else can pull me out The fields of elation, quiet and loamy
Take a step back You don't know me You're about to see black Laying below me You're on a sure track To looking like you're loamy I'll hang you like
Enemy boots splinter boards Leave muddy prints in loamy soil Doors ajar, chairs overturned Homes of those that won't return Build a statue for dead
when I'm open to my loamy depths Old air blowin' out the cracks And that last test nearly broke my back Hey I'm afraid this man is all wrong I'm
Wake up, the loamy ground of the leaves Run fast, the bracken grazes your knees You're unwise You're weaving through life You don't get paper-cuts
and Show me You'll end up on the dirt unable to be loamy or foamy I'll turn my body to a Sun but no endeavor If I fight somebody they are done but no matter
Now I'm feelin' grounded, and it's loamy Bloomin' late but growin' like I'm bamboo
Will we smell the loamy fragrance? Will we hear for miles and miles? Can we aggressively live in this moment? I'm catching my breath, but that's alright
Kasa, Loamy and Sandy Ki zo mu dan sa labule Don bana son yadda idan Nayi miki Tambaya Sai ki ansa a takure Yanzu lokacin sirri wagga namu ne Talk to me,
shakes The solid land. I brought her here, And have laid her to rest In a noiseless nest No sea beats near. She will never be stirred In her loamy cell By
It's a facepalm, a facepalm. a balm of calm like a neigh-palmbomb . It's a facepalm, a facepalm, crumbily malm of loamy alms.... and how soon do you
together on this loamy soil Cultivate this crops so that make we chop Na you be my heart beat But you too like wahala no go let my heart skip Jump on my body
to rest my weary head Upon this green and loamy bed Questions now flow through my mind I doubt the gardener's design Whyfor do the plants grow tall? If not
loamy Picking off all the pricks that be on me I don't hold back when I'm in a fury Got my soul back and my pepperoni I see judges but where be the jury
as loamy soil No surgeries on me,y'all wish me colostomy boy I came to rap and i came to win I came to grab and i came to heal I wanna be first like the Adam
An unbecoming But in the quiet the seeds unfurl Push through the loamy depths Prevail against the pressure of the soil That weighs so heavy wayfaring towards
west And steer it by the cord that bound My heart to yours, until you're found And should you find my body pale And wrecked upon the loamy shale Rejoice,
the loamy borders of my nappy jungle Nameless foot soldier, heart craving the suns due, abundance of the subtle Itch beneath my shirt, peek beneath
dead Is turning in his loamy bed indignant at your new 'enlightened' age White-collared knights at boardroom tables dream their own financial fables,
It had something to do with the rain Leaching, loamy dirt And the way the back lane came alive Half moon whispered, "Go" For a while I heard you
It had something to do with the rain Leaching, loamy dirt And the way the back lane came alive Half moon whispered, "Go" For a while I heard you
when I'm open to my loamy depths Old air blowin' out the cracks And that last test nearly broke my back Hey I'm afraid this man is all wrong I'm
Will you walk with me down this loamy road It's too long to walk alone Bullet holes in the streetlights on the side It's so dark Take my hand
It had something to do with the rain leaching loamy dirt, and the way the back lane came alive- half moon whispered, "go." For a while I heard you
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