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Daughter of the Wolves
04:10
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in the forest
lays a hungry girl
in the forest
afraid and unsure of the world
twilight is always followed by
(twilight is, twilight is)
twilight is always followed by
you
keep your ghosts to yourselves
(we’re drifting, we’re drifting)
keep your ghosts to yourselves
(into the cosmos)
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Napoleon's Tomb
03:42
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the curtains are full of dust
the carpets are full of bedbugs
the paintings are worn
to threads on the floor
and the walls are full of rust
stains on the white sofa bed
the french speaking neighbor
has a hole in his head
and in the night
i lie
awake
and in the night
i tighten
a little more inside
what do i want?
oh we apologize
you didn’t make the cut
you didn’t make the cut
yeah we’re so sorry
you didn’t make the cut
you didn’t make the cut
but i’m not ready
i’m not sure i’m ready
to make
the cut
the seams on the doors are split
yeah everybody feels like a misfit
and i’ll just it around
feeling sorry for myself
and i tell you
yeah that works well
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Aurora
03:31
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sometimes
it’s hard to get the words out
they stick like tar in my throat
sometimes (all the time)
it’s hard to get the thoughts out
they burn my lips even though (my stomach tells them to)
i drag my hands against the grain
i drag my hands against the grain
i reside
on the edge of existence
the brink of reality
this precipice threatens to take me
down, down, down
so rais your bloodstained hands high
this tastes
like my back’s against the wall
the back row’s killing me
this tastes (your taste)
not like victory at all
the sideline’s stinging my knees (like defeat but i miss you)
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4. |
Violet Graves
03:44
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tired when the sun is out
it hurts my eyes to see the darkness
hidden by light
static on the tv screens
it hurts my heart
the men in jackets
they suffocate your art
the dark welcomes me like an ally
violet graves
hot breath in your ear
white teeth against fear
it’s too dark in hear
the light is too near
open eyed, closed tight
open wide, closed mind
the universe inside her mouth
cracks in the walls
let the stars through
erase the doubt
but in the lines she colours like they do
she’s breaking, she’s taking over
she’s breaking, violet’s taking over
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5. |
The Forest
03:38
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i feel the moon’s love
in my bones and in my blood
the willows weep
they will sing into the breeze
out of the forest, and into the sun
our hearts beat for us, and you can’t pull us from
the light
we are mortal like
roses in the springtime
the willows sway
they will grow from us one day
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Kendra Lea Miller Toronto, Ontario
kendra lea miller is a songwriter, producer, and engineer. She writes queer, dark’n’dreamy synth-pop and is influenced by the universe, love/lust/loss, and feminine energy.
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