i'l rest on flagstone/ i'l rest and breathe deep until i feel a stretch over grey bone
i have these arms/ i have a need to serve
i have these arms/ i have a time to serve
i have time now/ i have a lover to serve
i have only these arms/ i parade infront asking to serve/ infornt of those i dont deserve
it winds in ropes to the shore/ it moans and pulls yet more
only these arms to hold you up/ a pitiful excuse woman/ but even broken they are all yours.
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