As I move and click, my fingers quiver
Early to rise as the storm settles still
Could I hear your spirit dancing River?
Penance for my crimes, the knife that could kill
The reign of blue blood that you guide with must
The madness of solitude grasps my mind
Homelessness crisis, Diana we trust
Blue red blood hands that heal with ness of kind
Love that is boundless pauper or King’s teeth
Vivaldi strings caught unto my frayed rhyme
The female sacrifice played with our Keith
Birds, the musical, I shall find the time
The music will come to me through the sea
‘Thalassophile’ for thee shall make you free
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