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Together we spoke of empty paths, mossy stairs with emerald stone, about as long as our fingers could reach, our hands waited like the sun in parted foggy clouds, moss hung seaset above like incense hung from the clouds.

We were left out in morning dew and we climbed, left us eye to eye, lucking in the empty wind there was nothing down below but mist, the rain it clung to the dust and we moved about in it.

The rain it took our feet, the rain it drew them in, there was nothing grown within.

Together we spoke of empty paths, together we spoke of empty paths.

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from Tigerbomb * Tea and Ices (2019), released September 24, 2019

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Tigerbomb are Emmet Rogan and Hugh Allen with Doc Pickles. From Toronto. Yeah.,

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