Testo Atoll

Testo Atoll

When the damn thing breaks
I'll be there to take you home
When the damn thing breaks
I'll be there to take your palms

In the cracks of our skin
There's a memory of a dove
When the dusk dissipates
I'll grow patient like a [?]
Heavy, the boulder
Resting on the blade
Swing low, sweet seesaw
Right above your ribcage
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When the damn thing breaks
I'll be there to take you home
When the damn thing breaks
I'll be there to take you home
Testi Nai Palm