Thorn Farmer from Orphan by Gridlink

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7.	Thorn Farmer	0:55

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First ring I ever drew still hurts the last thing I ever drew
Telling myself just one more year until the last shovel of dirt
Spending forever doting on each circle of graphite
Each fresh ring a hoop that marks my not passing on
Safe places are vacuums, filling with sadness, without spark
Plucked out of a patch of sun, I tried to refill you
Wrapped in burlap - my first born dead
How many children do I have to bury before I am allowed to end
Why doesn't the ghost speak, instead stare accusing

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from Orphan, released March 29, 2011

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