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Foxing — Indica
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Foxing — Indica
Foxing — Indica
And on tides we can’t be untouched by
Of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes
Frames and faces I’ve mistaken
For kids whose lives I may have taken
And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams?
And in so, am I summarized by sounds of young lung screams?
Their young one's screams
And of war bonds and blood stained hands