Folktales

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 weave into me your

histories folktales myths

breathe into me your

fears feats silence

when you graze my fingertip

let me take in all you've ever touched

when your anger simmers

the steam burns your sadness

on me the loud laughter in the morning

is a song I've tried to learn

don't worry my love

I won't steal it away.

 sometimes my heart sinks in the

middle of the night in the middle of night

the earth stands still

i tell the moon every story of you

give the moon all that

you've his within me then it lights up and

let's me sleep

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