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As if I could bring down the moon;
To crater the dust I was sheltered in.
I built a haven from brittle wood;
Crafted from the splinters of my ruptured youth.

I am forever compelled to carry my wounds on my frail limbs;
As an heirloom and as a gift to bury me with.

I am eternally compelled to limp away from the home I know;
Like an animal dying and keeping my death a secret from you.

Let the blade gash at my skin.
My blood will stain the places I have lived.

Your blood runs thick.
The curse of a family name.

Surrounded by the love I call my home;
I dream of my funeral.
Embrace my wilted soul after death.
No love will be lost.

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Wounds of Recollection Atlanta, Georgia

Atlanta based solo artist, Wounds of Recollection, weaves bright bursts of black metal and crushing detours into doom metal in between somber moments of shoegaze, emo, post-rock, and drone to fuel a sound inspired by loss, coming to terms with aging, and long-forgotten simpler times.

Formed in 2014.

Created and produced anonymously and independently.
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