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Fading lights did show your wounded hands

sewing with golden leafs this old gown you’ve gathered along the way

circled your unseen crown

None can do you harm

From the shore can’t fire their arms

Enfold that sound that mocks from the abyss

your guise so full of weals. Woven in.

Now it’s time to set it all apart

leave this odd ground behind

You’ll need some space to root your wounds deep in

to reach down the waterside