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@toxy.mastodon.acc.sunet.se.ap.brid.gyOct 6, 2026, 11:02 AM

Niche music question. Is there an instrumental version of the song #PartylineHoney by the artist #Faultline? I’m struggling to find it and/or I suck at search.

@cieloceano.bsky.socialSep 10, 2026, 10:43 PM

For #faultline.
#poemsabout #poetry #villanelle
The crack rarely begins in this lifetime.

When I Was the Secret My name was secret, when I was the night: for love had flown across the winged day where even shadows wore a cloak of light. A human birth is mirth of clouds in may, a whimsy whisper bound to bear its might. My name was secret, when I was the night. Words are but dust particles, carrying on their say in spinning outer space of matters dark and bright where even shadows wore a cloak of light. Your meaning comes by, while I’m far away: I—flying kite while I should be a knight. My name was secret, when I was the night. A woman’s hand are what isn’t meant to stay because of dawn—both black and white are right: where even shadows wore a cloak of light. We’re on this world, yet we’re not meant to pray; not even when our woods unfold in blights. My name was secret, when I was the night: where even shadows wore a cloak of light.