I have to hide my wounded soul, my rivers of blood, and my sad songs within my body.
The mist and the confusion should never touch the surface of life. My brothers and sisters knew a different version of me, smiling reliable and strong.
I'm a man with two heavens, two spheres, and two hearts.
I rise with my hurt, and I praise my precious wounds.
Life sees me as her son, and death views me as a favorite feast.
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