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  • The Loons

    The loons cry out at night
    A haunting howl across the seas
    Where is my love?
    Come back to me

    Still waters shift
    The loons are hunting
    And I am proud of my blood
    I am proud of my curse
    The loons in me made me see.

    The loons are howling
    With beauty and grace
    They cross the oceans
    On broken waves

    The loons are hunting
    Go back to the shore
    You’ll never know
    What your heart is for

  • Cuts & Losses

    And you are not here
    Not warm by my side
    As I watch the snow fall
    Each flake, breath by breath
    Shifts down the high tide
    And my wounds are left open
    Unbound by your sighs.

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