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i forgive it all as it comes back to me
do NOT bring back yearning this shit sucks
one day i am gonna grow wings
white lines pretty baby tattoos
blessed be the daughters of cain
someone send me asks
iโm that sweet mourning lamb that ethel cain talks about
itโs not the hunger revealing
nor the ricochet in the cave
nor the hand that is healing
nor the nameless grave
blue is the collar of the shirt of the man i love
only god knows
only god would believe
that i was an angel
but they made me leave
i am my father's daughter, of course i'm gonna suppress my rage and grief till it bursts and leaves everyone with my ashes