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A bare branch
Staring Forward
A skipped needle and a broken wheel
enough to make a boy wonder

Losing my thought along the frost-lined path
where the cold is a velvet familiar

And we crawl to America
bow to America
beat our empty chests to America

Whisper your secrets like the ear is trustworthy
and the angels aren't made of plastic

Maybe the shudder of a dying breath
will wake the autumn lunatic

And we crawl to America
kneel to America
spill our clouded blood to America


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