Forms can find no permanent bodies, shifting suburban sands, heart-dunes up and down
I write your name on sand, domme morrigan, but when I do, into my heart slips
Form, and here I stand, when I write love on sand, Love on a wave carries me away
To Dreamland, will you text me one day, your love on sand, will you pray, ask
An Morrigan’s raven’s come domme, to Dreamland, here love me Always – Stay
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