Beads
When the body sleeps
and the mind is falling
piecing together
beads
When the running stream
twisting and dropping
turning a hillside
free
From the daily bleeds (I know you've been)
grabbing for battles (I know you've been)
eager like seabirds
to eat
To the darkest deeps (I don't know the)
circling secrets (I don't know the)
strange combinations
of beads
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