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[yea whatever] put me back in my hole shovel dirt on my chest I want the roots through my skull let the embryo rest straight from the womb to the grave rebury me where everything is dark where everything is just how it ought to be covering me sleeping underneath needing only peace from light I think I'm going to be sick I blew my heart in my hand I wiped my hand on my pants I put my head on a stick straight from the womb to the grave rebury me where everything is dark where everything is just as it ought to be covering me sleeping underneath needing only peace from light I'm like a little white worm that crawled out of the peat I need the cool of the earth to drain my living heat straight from the womb to the grave From Letras Mania