Gama - calanchi (badlands)

The sky is closer here
It's like the stars let themselves
Fall just to gaze into
Your eyes and fish your
Guts and look for the truth
You denied sayin' that you'll leave
White soil soiling your hands
White soil soiling your face
And in the dust you swim
And you become a fish again
And you've always inhabited those seabeds
Oh clay tell me why
Oh clay tell me why
Why do I feel
Why do I feel like
I am carrying the weight of the world

Written by:
Graziachiara Melissa

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