Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
We’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
- Richard Siken, 'Scheherazade'


Top tags  indie, folk, rock, singer-songwriter, acoustic

Member since  Jun 2011

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