letters to:

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i search for you in meager spaces,
in between my finger laces
wherever i go, wish ye are with me
in the sea, my home or under a fig-tree
ye are the fig i wouldn’t doubt choose
ye are the fig i would be scared to lose
a path too frigtened to not have led
if scared ye are too if i shall leave you on read
the song goes: “don’t waste yer time,
yer already a voice inside my head”.