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Joseph, The Gravedigger

from Frozen Caravels by Equations

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I move the course of my writing to you now
In these odd times, could this new history erase us?
Will you let the cascade of iron and gunpowder enters in your room?
In my home, the smell never changes
Only when a new season is about to come, and I deeply used to enjoy it.
It was like, recovering the sense of smell.
But now, it’s changing for something already known
I feel like Edmond without persistence
Without, a knob to turn
I hope these words find you in good health
When the time comes
Will you let the sun, touch your skin again?
Or do you feel like a rusty bench which finds rest when the winter comes?
With lost time I create monuments with no names

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from Frozen Caravels, released March 26, 2012

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