juana maria

withstand a lie on laundry

pride intervenes as if the road leaves

by all means

file dreams

i love

i feel so wise

fire in the trees from the island beside

want to feel the warm night

fire in their eye

fighting

fighting but i

if i could see the centuries

i'd run and hide

from the bottom of the ocean where i'd try to drop the notion

that a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide

this day lie above me

doubters receive as if the holy

by all means

file me

i owe man

free-stand foliage

fire in the trees from the island beside

want to feel the warm night

fire in their eye

fighting

fighting but i

if i could see the centuries

i'd run and hide

from the bottom of the ocean where i'd try to drop the notion

that a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide

fire in the trees from the island beside

want to feel the warm night

fire in their eye

fighting

fighting but i

if i could see the centuries

i'd run and hide

from the bottom of the ocean where i'd try to drop the notion

that a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide