Lines from Cosmic Laugh by Matryoshka Ghost

Come to my patch of dirt
And watch me draw my lines
As the pines are reaching up
And bolstering the sky

These windows hanging from a thread
The hollow moon an empty tune
That bounds around
And chases down the dread

Here we are
Just waiting for our branch to break
Maybe there's time
To celebrate the chances we don’t take

I’ll rearrange
The letters of your name
But there’s no need to place the blame
On any living thing
We know can feel the pain

Here we are
Just waiting for our branch to break
Maybe there's time
To celebrate the chances we don’t take

Someone come and tell me what it’s all about
Where would we be without our doubts?
It takes a little violence
For every seed to sprout

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