I saw none of it
Yet felt all of these instrumental things poking around inside of my flailing being
Can a heart really stop and start, stop and start that many times?
You did indeed save my life – at least somehow managing to put it on hold, on dry-ice if only for a while
When my serene smile came back to where it truly did belong, upon this utterly pock-marked face
These hospital doors, where I get to tie my shoelaces on up once again
Trust me, these nude blue brogues, they ain’t seen nothing yet

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