Mother of Gloom

Private Apocalypse

by Emily Fairlight

on Mother of Gloom (2018)

In my own apocalypse
Where these walls bend to collapse
Where the minds of the great
Wither and lapse
Where the minds of the great
Wither and lapse
In my own apocalypse

And in my own apocalypse
Where such [?] streets cease to exists
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips

When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
In my own apocalypse

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