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this little piggy went to the market

this little piggy got broke

i would take every mindless moment

limping towards survival for you

and prophesy so it disappeared like smoke

i keep sighing for soon, i wanna relight the moon

so she's bigger and our orbit's smaller

and i could smell you all the time

i wanna find just how wide open

we could blast our comfort zones

like a millionaire blowing up a mansion

and taking to the caves

cause we're slaves as long as we keep buying

and our world keeps trying to sell us

people who don't know how our

stomachs and throats work

who sell us our emotions back with interest

with no interest in our backs

i've grown so tired of shelling out for glimpses

when there's an entire oceanful

of treasures silent on our shores every morn

and every time i see you on my phone

like dappled ocean foam

i cry wee wee wee

as if to say i've found my way

all the way home