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letra de petrichor - present absence

i wake up every time flat on the ground
under the scrawny arms of the ones
that thrive about the pale profound
lights out, loud sound of nothingness inside
this place i’m secretly confined

and you can’t talk while you walk
to the place where you’ll be taken apart
and this exposes not the rooms
but the walls inside i’ve locked myself up
you’re free to strike

i don’t wanna be the one who lies
here’ve been times
i knew i couldn’t help
to think of life
twisted and inside out
“oh, what a mess!
he’s thinking of a gun”

and you can’t talk while you walk
to the place where you’ll be taken apart
and this exposes not the rooms
but the walls inside i’ve locked myself up
you’re free to strike
and when the rain goes by
and i’m facing front
and the water on my eyelids won’t blur out the forms
i’m beginning to restore the thoughts to fix my plot
before the rain pours down again
i won’t pass my turn
let it all rest still
and the head go wild
making all the dead come to life in lines
givin’ away the blood, let it soak in words
surrounded by the trees i scent the petrichor

- present absence

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