dance around in the bramble,
while the heart is raw and ample
cut all of the entangled vines
that all end in something nice
i watched you have a heart attack,
sliced the veins that held you back
it oozes out and fills the room,
i hope you will be leaving soon
this bowl looks like the bleeding moon
these branches crack like thunder now
like power lines that touched the ground
and electrify the man they found
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