You told me, Darling, dont you worry oh my dear"
But my mind it worries much to much I do fear
Sick of a march made of patterns and circles in time
Bravery sprung from cacophonous calls of our crimes
I told you, "Darling, dont you dare come so near
Prompted by lungs seeking hydrogen, oxygen clear, but
Weave me a thread from your chest and a spindle from spine
Tapestry hung from a delicate frame in our minds
But you had a good heart

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