Curvature of a singing blade
Bade me save the spirit at my sternum
And all of this the split second purge
Before I took the surgeon's plunge
Thrusted hands through busted bands
A mess of sinew and sorely circulating hearts
I raise the carnage
Ripping out gemstones
Laughing at the sorts of pains
That force a full restart
Use to startle me apart
I drip into the curvature
Of a singing blade
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