Come to me with crinkled paper peeling from perfect bones, white like chocolate silver foil hanging from the tip of a toe a freshly-opened cave for a heart.
We embrace, tender as puddles filling with poison eyeless fish and lip-synched "hail mary's" fingers fasten on the hem of my dress keep me down.
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