for your bitter foreign beer
for your bitter forlorn kisses
it wasn't always fall
but I wish it was
it was curd and cure
we called on god
like he was real
like she gave a slinky shit
but it was wish
I was taken by the urgency
to miracle-wrap the beauty
like love couldn't just
be blooming
from a tender shoot
or a ragged human heart

Birds In Wicker Park

Eau Claire Pond

People In Pain Something

Banjo

working on songs 1 feat. the ghosts

Awful Sight Song

Swore Banjo Song Stuff

Make Me A Pallet

first song I ever wrote

Midnite Express EXCIII

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