we're your quarterly leave. they're your daughters
they're your artery thieves
prima donna
run your pain to your teeth. i will save your blood for years. i will brave your flood to breathe. here often
heard you bought a reprieve
up in auckland
we were trading retreats. in your outdoors
lay your throne and your wreath
in your hung jaw
were you caught on your feet?
i will let the blood from the corners of your eyes
i'll vignette the flood from the borders of
the borders of the tide. you and i. they're your daughters
they're your artery thieves
they're your daughters
a decade to conceive. i will save your blood for years. and i will brave your flood to breathe. and i will save your blood for years. and i will brave your flood to breathe. let your blood