Again.

I just want to bury my head in your chest, and reach for dreams itching to come alive.

I want to hear the rains tap away on the window panes, while you whisper depth into my being.

Caress my soul with your weapon, the mastery you have come to know and the knowledge of it you have mastered.

My spirit, soul and body has been handed to you, be careful with it, for I am one of them, the fragile ones, the ones who lay in the dark,

Waiting for sunshine to touch them, us, so we can be again, so we can breathe again, so we can love again.

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