Graces added beneath my skin
Deeper the life has dug in me and buried names
As No longer thousands of doubts
appeared before my eyes, so I see
lands and skies laid above my hands
seeking places to throw my fears
when every thought in me has gone
closed inside my stoned cage
free I go with my graces
and bright words has carven within
heavy bonds I wrack
warmer my skin goes
beneath it my bounded graces
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