- time poured from the sky
- 'the days themselves were gods'
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- i am afraid of the day
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- bright day,
- wanting to sleep from you
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- wanting the father hand on my head
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- wanting to go buy raspberries
- to drink coffee
- wanting to be excited about someone i don't know
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- plain day, if i don't escape you
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- hunger is a taste on the back of the tongue
- loneliness pushes hard on the bone between the eyes
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