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letra de sepia skies - mimosa de valois

[verse1]
their love doesn´t digest, but starving people will eat anything that lingers
just long enough, you can grab onto it and sculpt your body around it for years
my heart grew ears, to discern the maneuver´s taken to detach the layers
what a mordant revelation, existing to investigate a mortal´s acres
and when you touched me, i couldn´t tell if i was still on this earth
this bone monument craved to be swathed with warmth until it was enough for the worms
but the weight is the only touch of fluеncy in my shoulders

[chorus]
it´s so me coded, i want to hang it in thе corners of my eyes
and never let gravity touch it like it´s a vice
crawled back to the habitat in starvation, and l!cked love from the knives
it´s so me coded, to haggle about my worth by the weight of my bones and spine
the mold in the root´s spreads to the whole pine

[verse2]
you are a lump in my throat, i can´t swallow away, will i cough us out of this earth?
you made me feel like a rotten body when you saved me from my flatlined endeavors
i could never say the authoritative term, so you took the neighboring ones as housefires
you can´t let muses read the coda, it proves they got slowly violated by lovesick scholars
how does the telephone line react, when there is no quotidian heart pouring over the numbers?

[chorus]
it´s so me coded, i want to hang it in the place where my soul wraps around my spine
and never let calamity touch it like it´s a vice
mimicked impolitic adults in a grown body, and now havoc is the only place where i thrive
it´s so me coded, to kneel and spill my worth cause it was something i couldn´t internalize
ungrudgingly, the world can´t touch already colored sepia skies
[bridge]
they can´t love you here, but the morgue will be your uprise
and it´s my fault i became a raw thing to observe
you will always be a poet never a poetry to immerse
and it´s my fault i became a devoured thing to serve
they can´t love you here, but the morgue will be your uprise
and it´s my fault i became an exposed thing they averse
you will always be a poet never a poetry to immerse
and it´s my fault i became the ruins of love that was inverse
they can´t love you here, but the morgue will be your uprise
and it´s my youth´s fault, it became a death skin to preserve

[outro]
i hanged it in the corners of my eyes, and gravity touched it like it was a vice
it became a raw thing to observe
i hanged it in the place where my soul wraps around my spine
and calamity touched it like it was a vice
i became a raw thing to observe

- mimosa de valois

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