Debris
I've placed heart –
as well as.... swollen parts;
In your hands,
take good care of them if thee can;
If I am only a fun wicked weekend to be,
offer each particle back in one stitched-up piece;
as I collect myself of the debris,
night will hold for ye no peace.
iRq~
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