| Opening the vein and spilling out into the world.
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| Picked up by the muddy hands that pull me to the Earth.
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| Circling infinitely, the soil erodes away.
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| Captured underneath the cloth, surrounding the flesh every day.
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| Pinned into the ground but still continuing to grow.
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| Banishing the expectations no longer controlled.
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| Left to ponder in the dark waiting for the day to begin.
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| Pierced by the invasion that had crawled down beneath the skin.
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| And up above me like the sniper in the bacony,
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| Firing off around at me, remaining unknown.
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| And as the bullet hits the person that you think is me.
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| I cannot be found, I’ve traded places with the clone.
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| Finally can see that all the actions are entwined.
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| Impossible to seperate when all things are combined.
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| Broke apart the symmetry spread out around the sun.
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| Left for all enternety to rise and re-become.
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| Still hovering over like a sniper in the balcony.
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| Hiding in the ground until intention’s all they’ve known.
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| And as the bullets hit the person that I used to be,
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| I cannot be found, I’ve traded places with the clone. |