Virginia Woolf

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Songs

Oh, the wait of my pain

is heavier than

the stones in my pockets



and oh, the water is cold

one breath till my death

how long can i hold it



a curse, a blessing her pen,

inviting her in,

the ocean receive her



a curse, all of her words,

all of her hopes,

dragging her deeper



I call, I call out your name

your more than a game

more than a spirit

I call, I call out your name

please love, give me strength

to follow your footsteps


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