Maybe we could Blood
And let the Blood
Bleed.

Yes, we want to sleep,
Let the dreams seap in
Till we're sleeping deep.

How we want to cry
And let the tears drain us,
To the sand the sun stains us,
Till we're less than rust.

Till we're nothing more than thought
And less than caught
Ever something more than naught.

Never severed from blood
Wether below above
I can't send my love.
Mediums Water never Mud.

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