• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Take me to still water’s edge
we can catch the stars in cups
and get drunk on how life used to be

we, an ever-growing locust swarm
never sated, always wanting
take us to still water’s edge

play your siren’s song and bring us home
let us fill that lake until
there is nothing left of us

but the pure and dead night sky