you sleep under the desert sky your face zipped in a bag, unafraid. in my room with paintings and flowers i wake a fear tornado rushing. my heart balloons i feel like dying. for comfort i think of you. ghost bats fly out of the mine shaft. the mother bat finds her baby among thousands
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you sleep under the desert sky your face zipped in a bag, unafraid. in my room with paintings and flowers i wake a fear tornado rushing. my heart balloons i feel like dying. for comfort i think of you. ghost bats fly out of the mine shaft. the mother bat finds her baby among thousands