Follow through a thorny shrubs.
Your bloody palms put down on my face.
Show me how I have to dream.
Show me how I have to wake...

To fall asleep and to dream.

I want to look from behind...
To sink into a salty sea of Your tears.
Into dark red of Your blood.
...the last thorn, which is stuck in Your heart.

...first breath...
...first words...

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