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Body (Brooke Waggoner)

I'll reside beside this creek for days to come Let my belly be starved and feet wearisome My lips will chap and skin will crack, but let it be I have to break inside before I die to me Fires will burn and storms, they will forever brew Rivers, they will freeze in states north of you So tie me to that tree leaving one hand free And I'll remain there forever and eternity Closets and drawers of kisses that I have saved Who shall I give them to? They're gifts that are stowed away They are red from blood and blue from the stillest lakes Gold from the sun and green from the grassy blades Selfish I may be, but then we're all the same We each have a body of water where we can pray And fast and wait for words from God and God alone That's the only way I know how to cope