'm been hurt
When I see you
To stand up
Weak of bones
In thy
Emaciated look
What help I gather
In heart palpitating
It remains
Inside me
Full of guilt
Full of pain
'm been hurt
By my aerial look
No thought works
Better for now,
than
To yield to my act
What warmth I compress
In feel of touch
It drops
Down the Earth
And profess its heal
To come true to life and blood
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