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Crooked Branches

from Oregon & Old Friends by Mirror Lake

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I am firewood
The cracking of my bones will sing you to sleep
I'll forget and repeat
I couldn't build a home from my still grove
Surrounded by these structures of sound
There's a sickness in the roots
I'll never make it on the lake
Never drink it's waters
I'll never touch the sky
I'll never know my sons and daughters

I'll be the last one in the ground but I won't grow
I won't recover these crooked branches
I'll die alone

If you lie what you find inside that old circle of stones
Then maybe I'll light
Maybe I'll breath one last time

I can't blame the soil from where we all grew
I count can't the rings as proof
Or the number of leaves the light shone through
There's a sickness in my roots

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from Oregon & Old Friends, released July 28, 2017

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