in your arms you are beautiful
And I am the one to be perceived
A broken night or fall of leaves
Some wanderer of the other land
casting stones ripples converge
Your man coming thirst or afternoon
This is hollow, red under nails
Golden day left black in grey
Breath out mustard's coming in
capillaries crush weight reborn
Ever hope wires under insolent
grieving sun shifts listless west
Idunn bring your fruit, brittle
if the speaker, lost of youth
Hers is a wire in midnight
coursing through my air
Shrill that wakes you from sleep
ribbons the bleach fog.
And I am the one to be perceived
A broken night or fall of leaves
Some wanderer of the other land
casting stones ripples converge
Your man coming thirst or afternoon
This is hollow, red under nails
Golden day left black in grey
Breath out mustard's coming in
capillaries crush weight reborn
Ever hope wires under insolent
grieving sun shifts listless west
Idunn bring your fruit, brittle
if the speaker, lost of youth
Hers is a wire in midnight
coursing through my air
Shrill that wakes you from sleep
ribbons the bleach fog.
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