fetal song

[piano accmp-hollow/muted staccato]

{maybe bells?}

32 photos fell off my wall today. The steps to the doors are getting in my way.
Clocks tick my pulse in a jelly jar, seems so soon to feel so far.

Lock me into your memories, braided hair of film.
Cover me with kisses long after the noises dim.
Pull me from the madness I’m melting in and wake me with your skin

credits outdated, situations simulated
brings me to the end of all
nothing of all

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