You circled me with your illusions
Still I searched for thy words
But it was vacuum everywhere
Like an unfinished rhythm flowing
throw the veins . . always
Give me silence, water, hope . give me struggle, iron, and fiery mountains. They may embrace me like spears . . Come to my veins, come to my mouth . . Speak through my words . . speak through my blood . . .
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