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Cradlesong -Ezra Vine |
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Under your palm |
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Arrow's lake stamps beside your name |
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Thumb cross the lines |
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Test its weight and you begin to rise |
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Levitate |
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Its enough to lay beside |
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Remain awake |
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Perfume rises and lingers from the lines |
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Pulls her curls across your eyes |
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Pacifies and replaces the hollow that she makes |
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When she's worlds away |
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Hunched over now |
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Reciprocate |
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A garland made in autumn shapes |
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Her hazel eyes |
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New to taste |
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Swallowing the rhyme |
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Shiver shake |
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Notion crystallized |
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Kiss contained |
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Buttoned down inside |
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My blue ink |
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Turning over each phrase in your lidded eyes |
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Heavy on the midnight hour |
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Write a way ever further down inside her name |
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She's worlds away you home |
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It means so much to try |
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Though it's bitter every time |
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In the violence of the wait |
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Crawling cross the page |
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To the desolation gate |
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And the persimmon tree |
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Oh bird I've never seen |
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Return her on your speckled wing to me |
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Return her back to me |