P o o l s - by Glass animals

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“ We took to hills into the trees
I hit my head and bit the leaves
You left before I come to
You left before I...
Shake my little soul for you now, toy
And I settle up into a world of noise
I'm a man of many tricks and tools and joy
With a battery of guilt on which to poise
Shanks of slate fall to the beach
Wrapped in life in ultra greens
Pools teem with tiny feet
And whorls of tired anemones ”