i'll hide what's hid
but tell me why
tell me why again
tell me
signs on my skin
plying lines
where your hands have been
scribing me
so tell me what it's for
why the wilds want you, riverborn
all our bodies shorn
but the dust adorns you, ever more
i scried within
a bottled wine
my mottled, witherin'
body--
pines on the brim
and in time
the storms will snow us in
but believe--
and believe--
that i know what it's for
why the waters mourn you, riverborn
both our bodies formed
from the dust that haunts you, ever more
just tell me what it's for
what the wines afford you, riverborn
all my solace torn
that i may never know your winter's morn

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