The eyes see paint chips cracking
alongside the edge of a broken heart...

I filtered his eyes
within my imagination...

Standing upon a hazy afternoon
full of sunshine in these eyes of mine...

I skip cross life
like rocks upon...

Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind...

You are my sunshine
when darkness swallows...

I dont answer the phone anymore-
her medical shadow has nothing good to say...

Upon a crystallized morn
you were born unto me...

I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...

As if the lights flickered during a night of...
demonic transformation takes a hold of a womb...

Mourning
hushes altered...

Collaboration written by Maple Tree and Robyn...
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