Clutching on compromises
Pouring out pieces at a time
Mustn't let the damn break
Or everything goes to hell
We don't want to build another ark
When there's no covenant to bind us
Noah's gone to rest beneath the mountain
And we're left building paradise with twigs
They used to whisper as I walked past, with scabby knees on schoolyard gravel
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