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White Pipes

de Trade Wind

Be gone
This weather breath I feed on
This recycled, stale, death God
Return me like days that I spent turning stones
And climbing white pipes alone

With blue skies above me
In blue skies, I'm drowning

Like days that I spent turning stones
And climbing white pipes alone

She spoke like water that fills my lungs
Like wind that broke my back
Inside you like lead steps inside glass shoes
We float here, I watch you watch me taste you

With blue skies above me
In blue skies, I'm drowning

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