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Hands that beat on my chest
The taste of someone's breath
I scream for idle minds
I scream for pulled down blinds
Following dying stars
Underpaid, worked too hard
I weep for unmade beds
I weep for newly weds
My body made of clay
I could sleep for days and days
Wake up somewhere I don’t know
Soaking wet without a home
What are these roots that clutch?
My land just falls apart
I fish out on the shore
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