I'm writing a story
to tell myself
one day when I
tear the heat
from the wires
a dream a final
melody
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//The moment I started/
What blood began/
To trickle up/
And down my hand//
//What fettered lines/
We flowed into/
What gardens we/
Fed anew//
//To pink and purple/
And all the hues/
The fire reds/
And blues of dews//
//Oh you, my eyes/
Holy, holy, holy core/
Red, green, blue/
Forevermore//