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We're living close to the bone this season Skin stretched tight Water scarce Dust in teeth Then you turn to me one morning Sleepy smile "Listen" The sky rumbles and for a moment I think it is the old truck coming to life. And the tears wash trails down our cheeks As the roof chimes with each drop of salvation from above the valleys fill with the flash floods of instant gratification Some unforeseen forgiveness And new blooms appear overnight Stretching out their faces to the sun, The burn gone, now the light illuminates bone and flesh and petal The hands have a moment to rest Plunged into the cool water A new river winds down the old canyon "You gotta love something. Me, I love that river."
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
New River
We're living close to the bone this season Skin stretched tight Water scarce Dust in teeth Then you turn to me one morning Sleepy smile "Listen" The sky rumbles and for a moment I think it is the old truck coming to life. And the tears wash trails down our cheeks As the roof chimes with each drop of salvation from above the valleys fill with the flash floods of instant gratification Some unforeseen forgiveness And new blooms appear overnight Stretching out their faces to the sun, The burn gone, now the light illuminates bone and flesh and petal The hands have a moment to rest Plunged into the cool water A new river winds down the old canyon "You gotta love something. Me, I love that river."
mandy-owensby
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American
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
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