Love not extinguished evermore
In fact soaring, a rush of blood to a wound
Comes like a little beast that you've nurtured under shield
Through the night fights in thick fog light
This might be salvaged from the fire
This might reveal a safe house in the river
This might thread through the veins as it tends
To grow and engulf and swell and throb and pulse and strengthen
So strong, you let that thing on your sleeve get so strong?
You remember it's just raw heart that will kill them all
In the good grace of the day.
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