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letra de caravan - claire morales

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the blood in my arteries is already running cold
lift my fledgling’s body and carry it sound over our golden threshold
oh i will pass i will go

the summer sears upon us, it’s easier to lay than to stand
listless scorched up fauna i am lost in the heat, mind trailing off in the sun
caste in the desert and up on a throne

in my caravan caravan
lifts one
over this stint of land
feet not
grazing a grain of sand
sahara
furious and grand
death or splendor

from the date trees, the oases, i watch them fade in and drift out
i am lonesome and though he’s made of me a goddess on earth i often wonder if it’s worth
all the bother

i have seen them grunting heaving, pushing stones up with their backs
for our tower so unbelievably edifying it’s worth all the toil and blood
draining to lift some artifice up

in my caravan caravan
lifts one
over this stint of land
feet not
grazing a grain of sand
sahara
furious and grand
death or splendor

at the raise of a

hand
hand
hand
at my hand

- claire morales

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