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laura marling - devil’s spoke

I might be a part of this / ripple on water from a lonesome drip / a fallen tree that witnessed me / I’m alone, him and me.

and then life itself can not aspire / to have someone be so admired / I threw creation to my king / have the silence broken by a whispered wind.

all of this can be broken / all of this can be broken / hold your devil by his spoke / and spin him to the ground..

(via hopewillneverbesilent)