hymns of myrrh, hummed by birds that are the whirr of nows, smell like the snow of then, sung in sinewy blues.bluish, is the proximity of my rhyme, the cadence of my thyme, the sharpness of my scythe. i swing and sway a…
Such a good track! I love the change right here🔥
such a cool swing
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