My pulse beats in your heart

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My pulse beats in your heart
and my blood flows in your veins.
All things now fall apart,
No hope or trace remains.

My thoughts appear in your head
and my world is in your eyes.
Our dreams have us misled.
From sleep we now arise.

My breath flows in your mouth
and my scars are in your face.
I believe through your doubt
and find evil in your grace.

My house is in your place
and my bed is in your room.
Of gods I see no trace,
We spend our lives in tomb.

My peace lies in your concern
and my valour is in your fears.
The truth we can’t discern.
It appears and disappears.

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