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• Artiste: Now It's Overhead
• Titre: Wonderful Scar
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When you are balancing the leaves on a backyard tree leaning over the railing you are standing on, all the blood that has gone to your head disagrees with the bricks that its spilling on. You awaken to words not ready to hear. The dogs put to sleep, your brother no longer is here. But Thanksgiving is coming and you have such a wonderful scar dear. When you are jumping out of your sensitive skin for seventeen years shivering only everyday from the wood shops and fig trees and fingers gone missing secretly strange. You balance has vanished, you wake on concrete in a daze. While you were unconcious, the quiet ones crowded the stage. When you are choking on fire you are breathing the south in front of your friends house too late. All the ashes are flying beside her tonight uncovering everything. All the sickness built up in your body over so final and suddenly. Back-sliding through tunnels of light, come alive while putting your life to sleep. You awaken to words not ready to hear. Unrecognizably perfectly clear. But Thanksgiving is coming and you have such a wonderful scar dear.