Underneath there's a place for you
Covered up
By a crimson rose that folds
Into itself creating deep crevices
That are pulsing in harmony
With the moon,
As the round light sees all
And remembers
The black and blue moments
Created by making old words new
And healing unprotected wounds
That had become infected.
Underneath there's a place for you
Where you dance
With integrity and freedom
Keeping a duplicate of the peace
Where the same song rings
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