Nerves being afflicted
Heart being numb
There is a spark pitted
Trying to glow in the size of just a thumb.

The feeling river is becoming an ocean.
An ocean of tears, dried crystal tears
The green giants drowned in them when;
All the resilient leaves began to pierce.

Mouth tries to appeal
Not the fact but truth!
Blood tries to become congeal,
While patient veins block them to soothe.

Then the blood flowed as a stream
Nerves started up lively
Brain forgot the mare as a dream
The heart's spark resided pure perennially.



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