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Author of "The Loving Victims" and "wild fragile little things"
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https://spacehey.com/lee_firefly
a thin trunk climbs out of the emptied land
refusal beating like a quiet heart
I see my own outline in its reach
roots gripping the faint wet of memory
the vast hush around it mirrors my breaths
wide and taking everything
a thin trunk climbs out of the emptied land
refusal beating like a quiet heart
I see my own outline in its reach
roots gripping the faint wet of memory
the vast hush around it mirrors my breaths
wide and taking everything
and the promises you broke
will haunt you forevermore
with all of our cut voices
and our ethereal bodies
chasing you through your nightmares and dreams
may you have fun with it all
and the promises you broke
will haunt you forevermore
with all of our cut voices
and our ethereal bodies
chasing you through your nightmares and dreams
may you have fun with it all
yet the soft still bloom
a voice quiet as snowfall
can move a mountain of noise
tenderness is not surrender
it is the art of staying open
while the wind claws at your ribs
to be gentle is to resist
to keep the pulse steady
when everything else wants blood
yet the soft still bloom
a voice quiet as snowfall
can move a mountain of noise
tenderness is not surrender
it is the art of staying open
while the wind claws at your ribs
to be gentle is to resist
to keep the pulse steady
when everything else wants blood
its shards hum across the quiet hours
i listen to their trembling glow
each sound a ghost of what we meant to keep
the dark learns my name again
and answers with nothing but itself
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its shards hum across the quiet hours
i listen to their trembling glow
each sound a ghost of what we meant to keep
the dark learns my name again
and answers with nothing but itself
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where silence hums like an afterlife
the moon does not answer anymore
yet still I kneel beneath its pale vow
distance thickens like forgotten smoke
but devotion breathes through ash
I am what remains of reaching
a flicker refusing to fade
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