332. 

Paint my soul red as if it’s thy art,

Write thy beautiful words on my bones, as if they’re thy white sheets,

We can count till we lose ourselves,

Step back or take a stand 

For the love, that thee and I have been in

In a world of liars, I found thee

As a number that has just five letters,

That I saw bleeding, that I saw hiding

That I saw writing, that I saw screaming,

Behind a wall which came between 3 and 2.

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