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Ever So Slow
I see you coming near
But I, blinded, do not see the fear
Embedded in your eyes
I hear not your cries
So quick and painful
How dreaded fearful
I am despite you holding me;
Trying to keep me still,
Shaking on until
At last you cry still on you knee
Holding what is left; my blood so moist
Dripping, stinking, soaking; you hoist
Me up despite my pain
Yet you know nothing will refrain
Your love for me. I must survive
Because you persistently strive
To not loose your only love.
You don’t dare to look above
In fear that I’ll be ...