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Holy Branches // There's a hole in your chest.
From the time that you was born.
One that don't get filled.
Cause you've always known.
You're nothing they want.
But everybody's bones are just holy branches.
Cast from trees to cut patterns in the world
The Mute // So, then one afternoon I dressed myself alone.
I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned.
And in my head I said goodbye, then I was gone.
And I set out on the heels of the unknown.
So my folks could have a new life of their own.
So that maybe I could find someone,
who could hear the only words that I'd known