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Locus Amoenus

from Demos 2016​-​2017 by Shit Whitman

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Grass that covers the floor
makes it hard to open the door
But light shine unto our laze
lets waste another day
until our bliss becomes a mistake
the kind that i can stand but you just hate

erase me and it won’t phase me
cos i’m in a place now, so far
away from the maze town where our
folks had grown to know and to love each other

your unholy hold on me leads to the deep end
but if i don’t float, where will you be? then
the tendency i have to wake
you up on the brink of sleep:
“just let me dream”
you screamed

everything you say is so sanguine
but everything you touch turns to turpentine
And i don’t wanna wash you off me, colors bleed
and seep into the sewage system where they
mix amongst the rats to produce an olive

tree, let me be your seed

And that’s where we’ll go
over the hills and through the meadow
a mythical place that only we know
we'll wait, ride out this storm
with a love that is warm

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from Demos 2016​-​2017, released October 15, 2017

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est. 2015

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