The pathway home, it splinters into
warnings:
not yet. Not yet.
So sorry to hear you cry
so sorry for the pain between
your eyes
but now you know
they are cold
they are cold
Because this is my human intervention
One more winter one more storm one more
repentance
Think of me
when you taste the mist on the grass
the bark on the trees
And tell them
tell them all
I am as full as the earth
as empty as the sun
Kiss the sea for me, lovely
I am longing
I am so afraid
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