Studio and Stories
have you ever thought
that maybe
there is room for you
here
too....
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that maybe
there is room for you
here
too....
Guide me inside now
Sing me my muse
Scent me with memory
Fill me with blooms
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Sing me my muse
Scent me with memory
Fill me with blooms
What if we spun
Like care had no hold
Swallowing sunbeams
Hugging the cold
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Like care had no hold
Swallowing sunbeams
Hugging the cold
Come Cinnamon
come closer
to the shiny inside
come further away
from the place where you hide
here
in our night light
our moonlight
in our dim eye dusty
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in our night light
our moonlight
in our dim eye dusty