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Sanatçı: To Be Gentle

albüm: Miasma


I held my breath in from the miasma,
Leaning on a dried-out shovel
Sweat slalomed down my gaunt face,
Gleaming in the summer sun
I looked at the cyclists passing by,
The birds flying overhead, the horses grazing;
I envied their luxury
Stranded on an island of dirt,
I grieved my labor
And conceded to the incessant noise
Of flies and insects swarming my body

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