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When I took root in your wing
    blood gathered on the brow of the enemy
   vines brought a look to your eyes
     the staggering thoughts that felled no trunks
     brought the moonlight closer to the window
              and aren't we supra
                                         natural
                   don't we take our daggers to the diner
where money swerves wet I'm defecting
       to the burnt underside of the mirror
       no pills in my calendared gaze
           just the drowning ocean
 brought you tired to a bright standstill
          these levels and angles of compulsion
                                                            for flight