words croaked, in blown slurs
And they slipped off the breath
for a heart, held by a pool of love
spears, took the moon away
and they found no hands
but for a heart, by the pool of love
tigers, painted on pillars of prejudice
starved on nuts and gasps
never knew a heart, from the pool of love
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