I saw you shudder as I walked into the room. Memories that seem to cludder. Even the darkest tomb. Fowl on a plate. Now a hopeless state. All gloom and doom.
Dirt they got from somebody else. Placed in a jar. Despite yourselves, never get very far. Hidden in the trees somehow it had to grow in dirt. Blowing in the breeze. Sometimes you got hurt. Stirring up the dirt.
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