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you are a wave

between the soil and the realm of shadows.

you have always been water.

out where the waves crash contempt on the land

eight feet up, something sways

a princess dressed in ice

glittery bright

story from nothing

Nine bean-rows

Quiet the dog, tether the pony

golden and silver light

The blue and the dim

The feathered glory

Sunday Electro.

sleep all the year in a dark box

every finger shall have its ring

red and gold the fluffy threads,

I want the heart made of wood in every shop

a dry fire coming apart in threads