I'll not contain you,
I won't look for you in my room.
Through lengthy talks I'll not contain you.
Through climbing arms, I'll reach my loft.
Through rotting skin, I'll leave my coffin.
Through callous work, I will grow soft.
My eyes narrow towards a light.
The blurry place where we hotly radiate,
And things, they are never concrete there.
And we never die.
Not heavenly illusion,
Just Earthly fate.
And here I'll not contain you.
I'll not contain you
Here I'll not contain you.
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