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For my soul desires to sit bare,

clothed in skin cocooned under the warmth of a duvet touched a thousand times.

To drizzle romanticized words on a white canvas and to sip tea of grinned old green leaves.

And as time fleets and waste settles into my bones, 

I’d love for sugar to meet my lips and lick the sickly sweetness to the edge of my chapped lips. 

To show you my calloused, imperfect skin and sun-burnt patches that litters my yellowed skin.

For it is only you

 who needs to love me, hold me, and maybe then I will gather

 my broken fragile fragments and try to piece it as one.  

This body that I will try to mound again, 

it may be shaky and it may waver at moments that I won’t know. 

When it does, darling, don’t fade away. 

Take my bony hands, and weave your fingers through my tired ones.

 Look into my tainted soul, held by my glassy eyes, stay there. 

Let me cry, let me weep, let me be. 

I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve so you can read me as I am.

 My tale it will be long, and it will possess currents just like the deep sea.

 When it dries out, and when I thirst for more words to speak,

 you will nourish me like the rain.  

The sound of your pitter-patter will lull me to a silence, you will overpower like the thunder.

 When you know I’m filled with your words, 

I’ll jump in your puddles and cry out joy. 

I’ll give you a sun that’s ready to glow and maybe over time some rainbows. 

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