right in the calm eye
of a hovering storm
lies a white flagged concord
airborne
unwind
rest your tangled nerves
transpose into slow motion
rotate
as we drift apart
as we fade away
there is nothing to be scared of
there's nothing to fear
pacify
we are no warriors
there is nothing gonna harm you
there's nothing to fear
right in the blind spot
a knife with no bite
a soft spoken gesture
a soft touch
cut the last strings
whatever was burden
will heal you

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