The story
He keeps pulling back what keeps slipping free.
He stands in the dust with a rope in his hands and a love that won’t stay put. Every pull tightens the space between wanting and holding, until the ranch work around him looks easier than the thing he’s trying to keep. He can cinch the loop, but not the heart inside it.
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Lyrics
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