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only i know

Looks wretched in the fire
Wretched that desire
Wretched in the fire
Wretched with desire

She’s sleeping in the sky
Weeping in the frightful
Reaping she arrives
Weeping with desire  


She’s got her own designs 
Wouldn’t let them right her
Screaming with her light
Wretched with desire

Looks wretched in the fire

no height no depth take 2 part 2 day 2 minute 2


I can hear your voice begin to change
Fixing heart to all that you would say
Took a shine to something you could see
Share or no but don’t you be discreet

I wanna shout about a love that’s never strange
Foreign ears appear now out of range
Let them code the signal they can find
I’ve the key I cracked it don’t you mind 

Twist % Shout

The call of fire to no-one’s daughter
She’ll walk the planes she’ll cross the water
Oh sweet, a tear-away tiger
A barbed wire fist of hearts inside her
 
But it’s the being unknown, no call to home, no call to home
Good at eating alone, I'm on my own, I’m on my own
But don’t you know me don’t you like me like that, like me like that
But don’t you know me don’t you like me like that, like me like that
 
Breath that smells of springtime fallow
Packing heart from winter’s barrow
Like dirt, will you call her ‘angel’
Blinding quiet broke the fable
 
But it’s the goodness to roam, no heart unknown, no heart unknown
It’s the carving of stones, to show me home, to show me home 
But don’t I know you don’t you like me like that, like me like that
But sure I know you don’t you like me like that, like me like that

When I wake I feel scrubbed clean
A blade of grass bending unseen
On this cold night, all with heartbeats shiver
Oh but not you
 
And it’s the fingers as they comb, my face is yours, my eyes adore
And it’s the walking in the storm, my hair is yours, my feet are sure
But don’t I know you don’t you like me like that, like me like that
And well I know you don’t you like me like that, like me like that

(please (me)) like me like that

Time felt odd and viscous, stretching like melted glass. Obsidian forming in the aftermath. So I hummed, and held onto my mind like a kite on a string. 

Luck is retrospective

Sleep in our clothes, we wait for winter to leave

Focus Moon

Under Your Threat

Still it might, still it might
Calling this out to the world
The absence of which at the start
Called god into being with hurt

To feel the lack, feel the lack
The folding of smoke in the hands
The starling with nowhere to land
it called into being the world

This empty house
It sighed in the night to be filled
For pity bloomed sooner than will
And shattered the sky with the stars 

So a hand, so a hand
To grasp at the power of dirt
To coax out from darkness a word
In response to the breaking of heart

Still it Might

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You can only see her behind a Slovenian gas station at 4am strumming a ukulele made of ice

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