-"Whirlwind of Lovers," by William Blake.
"when you ate I saw your eyelashes
saw them shake like wind on rushes
in the corn field when she called me
moths surround me - thought they'd drown me
and I miss your precious heart..."
-"Cosmia," by Joanna Newsom.
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I cannot tell if the universe is getting bigger or smaller as I grow.
Sometimes I am blanketed in quiet excitement. Sometimes my hands disappear. Sometimes I see nothing but the chaotic matrix. Sometimes I am alone.
Sometimes you fascinate me :)
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