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for the love i'd fallen on

in the swampy august dawn

what a mischief you would bring

young darling

when the onus is not all your own

when you're up for it before you've grown

from the faun forever gone

in the towers of your honeycomb

i'd a tore your hair out just to climb back

darling

when you're filling out your only form

can you tell that its just ceremon'?

now you've added up to what you're from

build your tether rain out from your fragments

break the sailors table on your sacrum

fuck the fiercest fables

i'm with hagen

for the love

comes burning young

from the liver

sweating through your tongue

well

you're standing on my sternum

don't you climb down

darling

oh💫

the sermons are the first to rest

smoke on sundays when you're drunk and dressed

out the hollows

where the swallow nests

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