Get out of all patterns
Fall into your own arms
And know the throbbing heart
Welcomes back every drop of blood.
Do not bet, do not play
Let this sodden body
Drenched by years of wandering
Dry for good by the fire of love
Gently follow the thread of faith
And let this crumpled soul take shape again
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