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I have finally weighed your heavy tongue,
And I can finally say Im running love.
I never want to be whole.
Ill hoe this garden malleable.
When the greenerys gone to seed,
I pull the dry earth clean and free,
So I wouldnt want to get too close to me.
I have finally weighed your heavy tongue,
And I can finally say Im running love.
I heard about a secret field,
Way in the woods up on the hills.
I hiked for three damn years,
Shouted into our broken ears,
Climbed high in a tree,
And found that field not there,
So I climbed back down in a blossom of self-defeat.
I never want to be a hole.
I drove by the church it looked warm.
That glass was glowing red,
My heart was high up in my chest,
I need community,
I need to finally believe in me.
Am I ready?
Im not ready.
My hands are steady on the wheel
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