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That Space

from the teething aisle by chorus house

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That space to know you
I really didn't know you
never will there be a slower hand than mine
I went from a man to a chill and now no words
Three noises, got no words
How aren't you even words?

I forgot the word for legs
as the waves hit
let us slow down in grass
stagger forth
out of contact
out of fear of her own eyes
i stagger too much
serious companion, who's white?
I'm tracing out a red line

Be safe, come on and trim the top of all your lifts
The constant movement of a child
and the star swells

But this week has been a shift and it blew me down
hunting comets with a younger twin
and i'm probably never coming out of your iron
Because you put a bar on it
am i then a formal garden?
I'm tracing out a red line

I don't want to be an aeon
I just want a filthy sleep pattern
God i say and then i'm back to water
and i know i'm real to stand in

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from the teething aisle, released November 17, 2011

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