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And the tide was way out.

from Burrow by Max García Conover

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Where can you go you spit your stones the dogs will bark you’ll be alone. The sandpipers when tides are low pump pump their hearts where can you go. She got sick her jaw hung low and still put lipstick on her lips. And through her moans her carajos she’d hold you tight her love was thick.

She said to be a kind man, to want for nothing if not for grace, you’ve got to see the dying, you’ve got to feel your fingers shake, as you wait.

Where can you go your liver’s broke it turns your gut and curls your toes. And when you’re warm and when you’re cold it clogs your heart where can you go. And if you hide when you can find a hollow tree that’s tall and wide, while you scratch and as you sigh the willows nap your days go by.

She said to be a kind man, to want for nothing if not for grace, you’ve got to see the dying, you’ve got to feel your fingers shake, as you wait.

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from Burrow, released April 2, 2013

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