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Bed of Hair

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Blanket us, bury us, in a bed of your hair. Twister twists in slow motion as we wait in lie. Waste in the wind colored the sky, but only for a moment. I hear your voice and I know you’re here. I hear your voice and I know you’re here. Driving slow, speed, pink, morning, it doesn’t matter the fine. You took it back, your white bandana; I thought I’d asked you to leave. So blanket us and bury us in a bed of your hair. I hear your voice and I know you’re here. I hear your voice and I’ve got collapsed lung.

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from Of Light, released September 11, 2012

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