Weed barbs hook my flesh;
I bleed in the name of their blossoming.
Ten thousand may fish the sea,
but I show only you the pearl.
The child puts faith in roads, guessing
the earth is round, but distance
reaches even farther.
Weed barbs hook my flesh;
I bleed in the name of their blossoming.
Ten thousand may fish the sea,
but I show only you the pearl.
The child puts faith in roads, guessing
the earth is round, but distance
reaches even farther.
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