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high priestess

pull the sea up to my chin
tuck me in, tuck me in
shut off the moon
swallow the days between now and soon

all that matters

our shadows should have been twelve feet tall

sifting coins through a cloud,

holding hands with the storm

sleepyheads don't need beds

so long as we keep each other warm

you couldn't see the tops of buildings at all

and I couldn't either

milk tide, I tasted the salt sky

it was so low

felt four pulses slow

sleepyheads don't even dream anymore

where are we homesick for?

so

sick of rain

I made this flyer for kylexo