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some of these Limbs, yeah, the glue's still wet

from Out the spheres of The Sorrowful Mysteries by Old Earth

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What's this day my body's wrapped around?

it's the first present ever


How can you just sit there,
full of breath and holes? Alone?


God kid, your fucking poetry makes me sick

God kid, you're ripping me to shreds!


It smells like smoke, it smells like hope

crawling around on the Forest floor,

my limbs or worms?


But in a time of preservation, I hear bells!

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from Out the spheres of The Sorrowful Mysteries, released September 4, 2009

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Old Earth Portland, Oregon

Included in The Journal Sentinel's "20 Best Milwaukee Songs and Albums of the 2010s"

"Tonal delight, packed with experience . . . He sounds enchanting" - NME
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