How's it stand? What are we?
Let that sand flush my cheeks
Wear me out
Keep me clean
Keep me longing
Keep that quiet company
Wear me out

I heard a voice telling me
Like your smoke waving
And my eyes repine
Wear me out

That wick won't burn away
It's giving uneven rings

Wear me out
Like a sister haunting absence
Like a sister who's finally had it
Like a room left open just for being kept
Like some lonely facet
Like the promise of a place and knowing you're neither here nor there
Wear me out
And the tree tops like crooked beliefs
Cross hatch crows feet reaching for the Baltimore heat
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