STAGE 4
Could I but reach
Inside you
And - with a fistfull - rip out
The malignant cells
That kill you...
To make you well
Could I but still time
In its tracks
Or slow its march down to a crawl
Delay your departure,
Heal your sick body...
And free our souls
1 comment:
doesn't sound right that kill you to make you well?
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