Aeae

In the murmur shudder fragile constant fold
And will I give in a little? And if I give in a little?

Rid the balance mothers sudden outline cove
In the night, a minute of it
Heavy eyed, considering it

Inner-modal terrifies, suffuses spine
Inner mind, with litter in it
Ill devised, a flitter image

At the nadir arcing treadmill trivialised

Utterance of acrobatics amplified
Second I, give in a little
Yeah did I, give in a little?



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Stevenson, Oliver Wilde
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