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Give me the quietness But don’t show me the cost. I see the braces, Good graces And faces we lost Knowing is a virtue, yes But here I’d rather not. I find the traces, And laces And places in cloth In a worldly museum fashion, I’ll curate every bone of your form; Every hard, indispensable ration you've got Beneath muscle and skin and blood pawns. Make it life-affirming Pace-discerning Need you murmuring my name, Body-learning Panting, yearning We’ll craft a shelter out of the rain. We are made of many things And our fabrics rot, But still I’m racing Taking, tasting And my blood clots. You clot it better than any, And explain why it needs to be done. You are peace, you are healing And you've got me down kneeling All  I hear, all I’m feeling, every string that I strum.
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
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Give me the quietness But don’t show me the cost. I see the braces, Good graces And faces we lost Knowing is a virtue, yes But here I’d rather not. I find the traces, And laces And places in cloth In a worldly museum fashion, I’ll curate every bone of your form; Every hard, indispensable ration you've got Beneath muscle and skin and blood pawns. Make it life-affirming Pace-discerning Need you murmuring my name, Body-learning Panting, yearning We’ll craft a shelter out of the rain. We are made of many things And our fabrics rot, But still I’m racing Taking, tasting And my blood clots. You clot it better than any, And explain why it needs to be done. You are peace, you are healing And you've got me down kneeling All  I hear, all I’m feeling, every string that I strum.
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anonymous-thanks
English
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
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