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My God, this open sea
My heart's a small town lost beneath the waves
My soul's in atrophy
I wear its ruins on my sleeve each day

Beneath a wounded moon
Trails absent minded points of view, and you
With every shallow word
You paint the midnight more absurd and skewed

It comes, it grows
It dies, it goes away.

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from Beneath A Wounded Moon, released May 13, 2016

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