HEATHER NOVA
her music makes my webbed toes tingle.
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

"There are parts of me he'll never know,
my wild horses and my riverbeds.
In my throat voices he'll never hear.
Pretend I'm crazy. Pretend I'm dead.
He's too scared to hit me now,
he'll bring flowers instead."

from "Island"



 

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