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from by Tomber Lever



And I bit to the quick. Only solace in these sticks. Burn the stamp from my wrist. Cotton glued to these lips.

Hope nobody saved my seat. No not broke, I took the long way out. Yes I did. Who cares if I took my leave. I'm to busy holding up this wall. Yeah your lucky, y'all ain't rooted to they spot. They said to branch out.

Seven breaths in and seven breaths out and I ain't never calmed down.

Got through this twenty. Needles rip through me. All bark no bite. Vice on ash.

Mouth closes shut and my feet open up. You can count all these rings in the next twelve years. Doubled jointed stretch to the East not the West. Carcinogen chest never learned how to rest. Crowded wide alley ways, loiters use my shade. Damn right I know my place, got to call a spade a spade. No more weeping seeds. Come lover carve on me. It might not last forever, but I am ever green. Trim, chop, burrow, nest. Built a home.


from 12" Split w/ Struckout, released October 21, 2017


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