19.1.11

down down in the woods... apparitions dancing, hear them fire crackling. braiding lives, and drawing stones with their blood.
you, darling, a shadow behind a hill.
who just brave enough to sneak, when darkness falls.

me, darling, a deer with her legs under the water
and her head drawing beads all over the stars.

who are we darling, but a dream kept untrue
but a chance kept hallowed

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