I am young, my spirit's love
Heart of sea foam, grown from earth
You are none of the above.
Live in chaos, dead with grace
Treaded silent, place to place
From a death that leaves no trace.
Fruits and flowers, they grow daily
Hungry bellies, can't speak plainly
Of souls vibrating so frailly.
I am young, my body's fever
To my love, no switch, no lever
But I won't be young forever.
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