any home with me and her will not know yelling.
you know the spells that wives of queens dare not grasp,
you here with oak shield,
a heart of the field mouse,
fire burns you deep,
blade draws dragon blood from your care,
sweet girl of a too gentle world,
may you remember thus:
to the depths winds blow,
find fragile things and cover them from harm.
fall asleep wishing could hold odd women.
i want to do a musical project called today i saw the sea, im no longer afraid.
i want to sample warren zevon and the grateful dead.
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