Shedding tears for repairs
Carried on her silver heels
In the night she disappears
She fumbles at your soul
As the player at the keys
Before they drop full music
She stuns you by degrees
I took the power in my hand
Twice as bold against the world
Til’ the hurricane bisects
Separates us from the dead
Was it goliath way too large
Or was myself, way too small
The province of the almost saved
Or the science of the grave
This is my letter to the world
A world that never wrote to me
The simple news of nature told
With her tender majesty
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