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between the pen and quilling quarrel
holding on to something borrowed
of pulley ropes and woven fields
the songs they wrote of lyme and steel
it is not lost
upon me
beckoning calls
bittering seeds
passing tides of sailing orchids
passing times of failing lovers
underneath the wailing singers
underneath the heavy sleepers
it will come out
there is no doubt
it will be free
just sing it with me
crashing waves and hurried sailors
mothers womb and all her failures
buried in a shroud of feathers
heart to heart and always tethered
when will you see
the end of the stream
the worst comes in threes
they'll burst at their seams
whenever it goes
i'll follow
but whoever you show
will swallow us whole
wasted ink on beautiful nothings
running free and children blushing
for you are salt and i'm the steam
boiled in an endless dream
you were a girl
spinning and swirled
turned all around
always let down
chased by the wind
i'll follow
birthed by the sea spray
the tide pulls you away
lets give it up for late tomorrows
for all its loving, the pain, and sorrow
we'll stitch your sides up good as new
decay lays and holds the truth
if i was a bird
you'd never see me
i'd fly far away
ultimately
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last look of my zombie costume
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my paul frank zine spread
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a url is like the html website that you can customize on ur tumblr page. only available on computer version tho Not the app
i'll look into it, thanks anon
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amish swans in austin
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