Step into me,Cold and broken,With pieces placed in your arms,Cutting flesh, already bruised.Tell me sweet verse,Over an idled curse.A swollen love,Not from above. From here,Two eyes do appear,From between shadows,So dense and heavy.You have curves that dance,Under vivid wilderness,And a beautiful face,Shown to magnify,My perception to be acute: – For I see of you,The bluest

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