Decomposition
Framed Work, Real Insect Rebecca Tillett Framed Work, Real Insect Rebecca Tillett

Decomposition

I’ll leave you the light from my eyes, baby
when they go dim
All the sounds I couldn’t hear but wished I could
I’ll leave you my mother’s will to live
The softest grass for your bare feet
And my father’s peace with surrender
But not the turmoil, baby

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