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The texture of the soul is a liquid

That casts a vermilion flood

From a wound carved as an oak

It fills the river bank a sanguine fog

These arms were meant to be lost

Hacked, severed, and forgotten

The texture of time is a whisper

That echoes across the flood

Its hymn resonates from tree to tree

Through every sullen bough it sings

These boughs were said to be lost

Torn, unearthed, and broken

Earth to flesh, flesh to wood

Cast these limbs into the water

Flesh to wood, wood to stone

Cast this stone into the water

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