My heart skipped and I palpitated My age ran and I sold another rib My heart grew a wing for the next gasp What will I lose? when the chasm is complete Sometimes awareness is a blessing that cures the innocence I journey to night bridge there's a song waiting a poem, a blood script for my blood type herd negative nurse gasped life affirmative I panicked when they didn't hear the drip machine screaming of air bubbles in the life stream The chasm would have been complete south of heaven way past nirvana fallen for fear? Or the lack thereof hate.
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