arrive

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keep your moonstone mind

on the tides

do we remain young in the eyes of the blind?

don't speak out of turn

for you might learn to die

the fire is wild

brown eyes

and they're better than mine

i can sleep with the night

she's alive in mind's eye

she's fucking up mine

he's creeping in her

sleep like a snake

make it no care

she's taller and brighter and burns more than me

lady of the shadow-past

calls jealousy

cursed ring on his finger

not mine, nor a witch

keep sane, keep simple, keep clean