Onstage at the tedium's fire,
held in wreckage that won't dissipate,
I know the core of the woods
is climaxing in its basements
of skunk fur. Sticks break
over wells and scatter bark
on distilled waters.
held in wreckage that won't dissipate,
I know the core of the woods
is climaxing in its basements
of skunk fur. Sticks break
over wells and scatter bark
on distilled waters.
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