Eistibus, Angel of Divination
We ground leaves from the white vine
with flowers from the cliff
and slipped it into our blood,
asking of the skies
if the rains would come.
Fires move at sea.
with flowers from the cliff
and slipped it into our blood,
asking of the skies
if the rains would come.
Fires move at sea.
bugmeyer
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