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This made sense to me at the time but reading back....

I walk for miles with the same feet 

With the same leather soles 

And count the pennies in my pocket

With hands cracked but warm

And with yesterday's best hair 

And tomorrow's last day of wear

I walk for miles in my mother's dress

With faded fabric - aged tears 

I wrap my secret in brown paper

And it slides thick and wet with grease

Across my fingertips and drops 

Onto my lover's sheets 

I'd wrap her body if I had it

in a pool of woolen ravels 

And if I had the guts I'd bury it

Beneath my garden's gravel