We are creatures of the wind
In a way
Or bits of shitty gimmicky cheap chocolate
That stinks in the bin on a summer day
We are transient mechanics
From day to day
Constructing soundscapes
That often cease to stay
We are wolves (in a variation of a forest scene. Slightly derived)
Where our paws prey
We’re also birds and frogs and shit
But mostly we just blow away
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