What I devote
from an imperfect heart
made out of iron,
are the perfect edges
of a diamond.
I’m not begging
for an eternity
while I’ve known
it was always
a moment inside
delicate reach.
I’ve come down
with a weight
to leave in the dirt,
dedicating brittle,
honest presence
to unite.
Hold out your hand,
glistening from tears
you’ve let fly
from half-open eyes.
Hold out your heart
for this starlit adoration,
under an infinite sky
matching our trust.
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