The Drought

from Some Kind Of Eden by Dear Time's Waste

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The end of spring
When flowers fall
Is the closest we ever get to snow
At least until it all turns brown
A rotting rug on the footpath drowning
A drought that floods my watery fears
We collide upon revolving stairs
Out of sense into nothing less
Such a perfect stroke
Such a swimming mess

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from Some Kind Of Eden, released September 7, 2012
P&C 2012 Claire Duncan

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