Near The Woodpile – Calexico

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus necNear the woodpile
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake

With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover’s changed hands

An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits

For a stranger’s one mistake ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo.
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