And as I wonder through my crowded thoughts
My shape stares back at me
The ink contained in my clutch loosens
And as this third sun fall, the feeling of blue panic lays a nest of ribs
What are you doing
What am I doing
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And as I wonder through my crowded thoughts
My shape stares back at me
The ink contained in my clutch loosens
And as this third sun fall, the feeling of blue panic lays a nest of ribs
What are you doing
What am I doing