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Bogues live from the end times, witnessed through dead eyes while the depths rise.
Still I’m tired, still I’m tired, can’t pause my desires, no time no time, at its mercy I hear her calling me like I’m worth the lie told to herself, joke with her like a true cynic, said she keeps loving me but I don’t yet know what to with it.
Been so stressed, low mood highly sexed, been belling up your sisters phone, lifted her spirits when she visits though.
Still conjuring with the pen in any given mode.
I pray it’s the last thing taken, visions I have had, I pray it’s the last thing.
Sands shift in the hourglass, never get a precious millisecond or an hour back.
Bogues live from the end times.
Recognise the bar that my team set when you next rhyme.
Tension in this heart as I breathe pressure and get by.
Bogues live from the end times.

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from Hours Vanish Vol​.​1, released June 17, 2022

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Hours Vanish Bristol, UK

Making/releasing art out of Bristol with the hours left.

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