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letra de clock - vico (e gigio)

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there are nights on which i can barely breathe, let alone sleep
and the overgrown leaves of a rancid tree heave a sigh of relief
this grass is so tall i can’t see the sky anymore
and roots seep deep past the floor, past the floor, past the floor…

i feel small
and odd hence
the broad sense
of thrall which
these nonsensical concepts cause, it’s
an arthropod that ought to crawl in my conscience
fit to maul my subconscious
as it swabs the walls with toxins
we haven’t talked since

me and myself
i’m talking bout
me and myself
mе and myself
i tell myself

it would mеan the world to me
if you could let me
sleep one night in peace
it would mean the world to me
if you could let me
see myself for me
be on my own
some flowers sprout on stones
take me out my zone
say things i don’t condone

as sunrise greets i can barely breathe, let alone speak
it’s the overgrown leaves of a slanted tree that rustle and creek
the sound is so sweet i can’t seem to cry any more anymore
and the words melt away like snow

- vico e gigio

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