stop until you realize that each breath

moves every single little part of your body

then let yourself sink into to your heart

at the same time your heart bursts into you

drowning everything new in old blood

that it pushes through your porous flesh

i'll spell it out

blood and flesh are sisters

and the heart is love

walk barefoot when you can

ignore the signs men make

what will happen

is not written

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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