Pumping, red, blue, cold,
Through caverns, fingers, toes,
Allowing the breath to come in, out,
Allow for the eyes to experience the sun
glowing graciously throughout the willows weeping,
See the moon, the stars, the clouds
Tiny, invisible, miniscule, yet crucial for the continuation of breath
Continuation of life,
To wake in the glow of the orange
Shattered sky, through the broken glass you wake,
Finger tips tingling through the sleeping hand
To live another day in VEIN.
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