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For in each other Fragility fails to impact That part of us that Previously
And habitually Destroys. My head On your shoulder My hand in yours
Speaks of sin
And safety. Of death And love. Of need And sacrifice.
In each moment. You’re My father. My lover. My brother.
My saint.
The fires I dance Through are
Nothing compared to Those I would.
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