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• Artiste: Past Lives
• Titre: Past Lives
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I was standing on a beach at an ocean of broken glass I was building castles from the cinders and the ash civilizations come and go to the sound of a howling hound and a tank foaming at the mouth I searched the record books and bibliographies I traced the crooked lines of strange geography counted every speck of dust and every grain of sand and when our love my work was through I still could not find you from your mother's mother to your children's kids from the birthmark to the burning witch I was waiting watching turning time I stared the sight right off my eyes I've seen it all once or maybe twice I've read the scriptures taken the advice I've asked the prophets asked the crystal ball I've asked the silhouettes climbing up my walls from your mother's mother to your children's kids the birthmark to the burning witch I was waiting watching counting time I stared the sight right off my eyes All the memories you're paid to forget like crack calls??? filling up your head so they made a trashcan light a match turn the corner don't look back