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rise and fly.

rise and fly.

these sheets hold tightly to heavy bones i made my home in them while the sun rose and fell, wrapped myself up in this cocoon and waited for the night to drip stars from the sky i move within their light, escaping a skim of shadows by melding with the moon i tip toe...
this winter weather speaks to me.

this winter weather speaks to me.

the windows are open, cold air winding through, taking with it the last days of autumn and ushering in the arrival of the first snow blackbird is playing on the radio, the foo fighters version i was never a fan of the way the beatles sounded, but the lyrics are good...