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You're the wildest wind

The electric moon

Sunday morning photographs will only open

Sunday morning wounds

When the melody ends

I will be waiting here for you

My wildest wind

Come blow into my room

You're with me

Walking the fields of perversion and mockery

But we're changing

Piecing together our jigsaw of failures


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