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Arabella
house and high pitches
the dog she understands
we can't
so dreamin
shift across sheets
lost mothers, instruments, and metal fruit bowls
tell me
my eyes are hungry
babe, i haven't eaten for a while
go to sleep
i'll try to keep
your birthday in the car ride alive
when you wake up
i will be covered in
milky sweat
and grey, grey, grey cashmere
i may not fall in a christian
and cameroon for a muslim
at the mall?
love, love, love the cold
