His veins thrill with rising blood, arms wide open, heart wide shut.
Still waters run deep in harms way, stone has no breath with only skin
to protect us; the skin you were born into. Then above your something
waters thrill with rising blood - the harm you were born into. With only
your heart, your breath to protect us. Still, blood rises above your
open heart. In water’s way, only skin to protect us. Arms wide shut,
heart wide open, something to protect us above your thrill veins breath.
Still veins wide shut.
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