Hands Like Houses
The Definition of Not-Leaving
I wish I'd just stood and let the sun creep through me.Instead of my attempts to build slingshots, spools and sinkers to bring in the sky.Inventions out of sticks and stones, a crown dusted off from beneath the bones.A white liar, protector of our hearts and homes.Stay, don't go,I'll eat you up, I love you so.I want you to follow and find me,Howl like its us and no-one else,We could keep out the sadness and stand so tall,We could run like wild things, and lie right where we fall.Stay, don't go,I'll eat you up, I love you so.
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