the secret is the stillness
stormy womb in the palm of your hand
a whisper of charlotte in the whiteness
strong ashes virginia in the crease
to the ones back home
you are only what they see and your skin
is so soft they could shave it
off the bone
but how perfect the weather underneath
throes and turns and it throes
and throes and throes
who's this?
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http://soundcloud.com/kaskaskia/a-train-is-coming
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