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Soft Limbs
18:21
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I.
I love the life I have in the city
I love where I lay my head in the valley
I love the summer air in the mountains
I love the friends I have by the riverside
A farm on a hill,
a fallen limb,
the things that don't matter now,
the way it took me so long.
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II.
And I've always been impressed with the way that you hold yourself and me. Now I want, more than ever before, hands pressed into concrete.
I fall so I can feel my heart rise.
I crawl so I can feel what my limbs are for.
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III.
(instrumental)
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IV.
The womb's life, another.
When I left, this one began.
I hope my new god is as kind.
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Holy Ghosts
11:58
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You felt their footsteps pacing the hall.
Reading a bible with your mother,
your father's patience grows.
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I felt you once atop the mountain
I only know him through you,
just aquaintances, an estranged friend.
Love.
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Though you are distant
I thought I heard your
Voice call my name from
the corners of my
dusty bedroom walls.
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Are you here with me or are you with him in the mountains?
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You rose up from the dirt
and spread your round roots wide
with your face towards your father
and your limbs dancing.
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She knows all of your
dimensions
You must show her
all the faces you've been seeing
all the pages you have read
all the sins that she'll forgive.
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Brittle Lungs
07:43
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I was born in a castle
made of stone held by your red wrinkled skin.
I was raised in an orchard
in the valley of your red wrinkled skin.
Who holds us now that we're grown?
Whose sullen brow have we wronged?
The ladies of the parlor show concern
and lecture us on things we must unlearn.
Oh my father, don't you wander.
I'm not strong enough to fill your shoes,
or weak enough to risk my feet and follow you.
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