Desaturate me
The city is a sea
But how we want to taste again
Fresh water
There’s a high strung bow on the table
Don’t wield it if you’re unable to hold the string
In rivers of concrete we swim
Through tall tales
Will mud under our nails make us bleed?
Take head
In rivers of concrete we swim
Through tall tales
Will mud under our nails make us bleed?
Take head
