Pacific Ocean Fire
You Were a Boxer
You, you were made of rocks and stoneNot white blood cells and borrowed boneYou, you were made of stars and steelNot hospital and aircraft meals By the bedside, not the fireside, the air is red in hereThese small green pills in bottles don't make monsters disappearSo shut, shut the window, wash your handsThis, this was not part of the planYou, you were made of hurricanesSelflessness and sky-blue blood inside your veinsYou, you were made of something realIn a world of world where we all lie and cheat and stealBy the bedside, not the fireside, faces melt away like iceBodies leaving beating hearts, long-lost loves with no more fightShut, shut the window, wash your handsThis, this was not part of the plan
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