mind your body
mind your soul
this melody's
out of control
mind your step
mind your goal
all except
my chrome pistol
- n.g.
:: and stuff ::
I am the seed
I fell into the stony ground
I am anything
But perfect peace and solace now
I am a jar
I hope something will fill my walls
I am a tree
I hope someday I will be tall
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