Come now,
Pull up your sleeves,
Let me melt gold into your broken skin,
While you fill love into my broken soul,
Tell me what you see,
That these pale eyes don't meet,
Let me deep in your woodwork,
With shattered glass and broken floors,
Till i become undone,
Till your breathing hits my ears,
And the world reappears,
Breaking us new.
~S.
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