| My acres for a reaper who is shy and non-committal.
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| My heaven for a love with bones that don’t grow ever brittle.
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| My peace for a place to stand adjacent to the middle.
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| Everything I own just for a little.
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| Everything I own just for a little.
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| My fortune for a sliver of the earth that’s young and dreamy.
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| My vision for a silence that is long and deep and easy.
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| My family for a path to understand and save the greedy.
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| And every day a separate life to lead me.
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| Every day a separate life to lead me.
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| My senses for the prayers that call to earth the wayward shuttles.
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| My skin for a reflection that is upright and un-muddled.
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| I’ll bury you the plants, my bones and seeds inside the rubble,
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| An oath to offer love with no rebuttal.
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| An oath to offer love with no rebuttal.
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| My choices for the reflex of a poacher or a medic.
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| My sympathies for oxygen around all what’s kinetic.
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| My children for the courage to refuse the anesthetic.
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| And every inkling ponderous and prophetic.
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| Every inkling ponderous and prophetic. |