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House Of Graves
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Poetry You desperate promise
Wake the earth with your worried thunder
I hope you make it back
To your swollen house of graves
I hope you sink back in
With the tired roots
And the endless rhyme of bone
You make your voice heard
With the timeless eyes and the heartache tide
Remember me by the sand that fell around your body
The smell of fall
The storm that passed
In your walls the screaming heart
Bites the foolish tongue
And we dance with fire
In circles and sound
Watching the world turn
I hope you break
