AGAINST THE GRAIN

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We sold everything we owned

Gave the rest to the state

A black backpack your hair tucked behind your ears

Faith wrapped around my wrist to remind me we are ever living

Young lips, larger than life, taking on new heights

Eternal youth greets me at my doorstep every morning

Cross my fingers

Give it all away

Will you give it all away

Standing heart in hand

in Brooklyn

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