I grab pine cones with my hands
Bare, but protected by starlight
I grab pine cones with my hands
The rush of blood from my thumb
Tells tales taller than Paul
More myth than the Loch Ness
More than words
To show how you breathe
More than words
To show your pain is real
That won't do
Brush of fire
Reach for fear
Jet black oil
Coats eye and ear
That won't do
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