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[03:36.00]Crow Swallow - Laura Gibson [03:36.00]My mind may drift from the walls of my skin [03:36.00]But I will not wander too far [03:36.00]For those who are pulled by the ivory sun [03:36.00]Know that home is a labor of fire [03:36.00]And I may have nursed their honey-bright wounds [03:36.00]And cradled their rhythms to rest [03:36.00]But I am no dreamer [03:36.00]I could not keep my hands clean [03:36.00]So I will not grieve those bent to receive [03:36.00]Seeds that could never be sown [03:36.00]And I will not lust those courtesies past [03:36.00]They have flickered but not chosen me [03:36.00]And when they march by in their motherly smiles [03:36.00]Swaying their motherly hips [03:36.00]I cannot follow [03:36.00]I cannot keep their pace [03:36.00]Time has a way of stealing our breath [03:36.00]And milking the light from our pores [03:36.00]And many will fill their oak barrel wombs [03:36.00]With patience instead of desire [03:36.00]One cannot curse a crow for her course [03:36.00]Or choose where her feathers may fall [03:36.00]I am no swallow [03:36.00]I am no spring bird