Hush Come, rush I have no patience Just tush Guess what outflows Guess what does No, not what you think Nor what you want to think Closest souls, weaning off They are made for elusion From here and there Brushed up and down How could it be? Ease it on and off... Hush Come, rush I have no patience Just tush Over the shunned and hauled Over the most of it all Can they re-emerge? Can they re-merge? Can they, ever? Over the shunned and hauled Over the most of it all Can they re-emerge? Can they re-merge? Can they, ever? Hush Come, rush I have no patience Just tush 🔇 © 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝 𝔼𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕫
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