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autumn's lacerations
04:18
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I can see. I can see the fire.
I recall, think back to autumn’s lacerations.
For when the moon, rests its eyes, a weary sigh.
Blood will drip from your palm.
Breathe out, breathe in, your fog from all of him.
In the moon’s, essence.
Go believe, in a religion we’ve stepped upon.
I believe, papyrus lies from underneath.
For when your heart’s, thick as your rosary.
Dark will melt your within.
Hold the moon, when you speak to me.
Or I will go with the wind.
For when the moon, starts to set. We must bathe in its excellence.
Peasant tree, why won’t you speak to me.
The waxy green, cannot bleed, from the trees.
For today, it must freeze.
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destination [your eyes]
01:44
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i am not one, to feel this way.
the embers of lust when i, hear your name.
i am, reclusive.
i am, reclusive.
i like to be alone most of the time.
but your eyes by the, candlelight.
i am, ruthless.
i am not reclusive.
the smell of your skin, a wall in the road.
piano sustains, all of your notes.
you are, enticing.
im not embracing.
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at night i wonder
03:09
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violet
04:20
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chico
02:45
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Did you want me to, leave you?
In the autumn rain I will disappear under the rubbish that is beneath the leaves.
Hide your land, dearest businessman.
Take your keys, blinded in glory.
I'm tired of cleaning your whiskey bottles.
And she's the only one who spins my head, when eye to eye.
Write me a letter, whenever I'm on your mind.
Sincerely September
Present every letter in your name.
Dearest, numb the pain.
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dried asylum
03:43
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I am a man, I am a man of the sea.
I am a man, I am a man from what you can see.
When the grass is dried, we will fly.
When the shores do clash, you'll suffice.
For I am young, for you.
Oh I am young, and blue.
The deer will hide.
Money is not time
The fire is divine, for the mind.
In this prison cell's where we hide.
In penitentiary is where we lie.
The guards latch onto me I'm a mime.
The world is not helping me, I am blind
For I am young, for you.
Oh I am young, and blue.
My life, is mine.
You're wasting so much time.
Your eyes seek the light, I'm now blind.
Oh I am young, for you.
Oh I am young, and blue.
The night will rest.
Love is just a test
Behold my happiness, at it's best.
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lonely winter
02:47
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late night ovethinking,
indefinite feeling.
staring at the ceiling.
i start drinking.
sad thoughts my mind fought,
my hearts not even healing.
it was you the whole time.
my eyes glaring.
and there's no love in space,
just more room for you.
eyes wet but not crying.
hold it in for you girl.
moonlight on my face.
im a fucking disgrace.
springtime is almost here.
your ears don't need to hear.
presence among me,
why don't you love me.
(x2) and there's no love in space
just more room for you.
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smog
02:13
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instumental
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Marcus Burch Boston, Massachusetts
18 year-old Marcus Burch is an independent experimental producer. Heavily influenced by emotional elements in songwriting, his powerful fingerpicking along with dark melodies and lyrics, bring you to the world he wants you to be in.
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