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Tracers
Pressed my fingers inside your skinTraced the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines that time dug inKept on tracing, tracing, tracingTraced and traced until you were a girl of 13 years againBefore my grandpa's callused handsTrade your eyes for rocks and sandThe times that stick inside your skull just sorta ferally clingingThe times that stick when time's not stickingA thousand pages in the windTen thousand pages in the windLayed my body on your bodyPressed my hands inside your handsPressed my lips and kissed and kissed until I was 13 againPressed and pressed and pressed and pressedFill up my brains with soil and rockSomething to hold the remnants inWith cattle herds and meteors and light showers and soil and rockTime's a' diggin'
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