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My family breeds Wild winter seeds Like me We all seem to get tossed into the brush I don't want to make my case alone For this lost race no Digging up the ribcage from the snow Throw me in the tarpits all the same In a cold black frame Cradled in the Pterodactyl bones Overground and frozen in my shell I can hold my breath well Over time I will heirloom into Something gnarled for you From Letras Mania