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| These gentle steps, their stones frozen and warm, Come alive and move my feet toward the storm. These gentle winds, their rolling lightning flashes of candy canes, Stomp down on me and drown my eyes with their rains. These gentle dunes, their grains so royal, Let their velvet sand walls caress my tears of loyal. These gentle clouds, their dancing queens darker than midnight, Waltz into my pupils and glaze them with fright. These gentle legs of mine, their bones of steel, Crumble and bend as they slump down, my knees cracking into the wave's reel. These gentle hands of unholy deeds, one weighed loaded with sickness, Grip my tears and bring out my whiteness. These gentle movements, their shakey routines, Act out my final scenes. These gentle guns, their metal so colorful, Press into my temple, my grave mournful. These gentle bullets, their scented style flashing, Drive into my brain with a silence thrashing. These gentle rivers of blood, their carrying motherhood, Cradle me as my last breath is understood. |
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