Yours Again
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
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If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
vast clusters
What did we lose tonight?
This stinging, this jabbing
When the wailing of the night has hushed
A daughter is a quiet cave