I hope you understand
Why I choose to pen my heart
Rather than to speak my insides

I want your name etched in my spine
After the twilights where our bodies
Sing the songs too simple for the seas

This country of mine
Cries out for salvation
All directions point inward
And the rain comes ever too often
-
This country of mine
She is an empty well seductress
Preying on the thirst of the wanting
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This country of mine
Is the silent orchestra
The songs ofthe jail yard
The cries from the underbelly
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This country of mine
Is the most sorrowful of graves

I've packed parts of me in boxes
To make space for the rest of you