I. Gifts, scars, pity, hot chocolate?
What do you need, I feel...
My relentless love, tireless attention.
II. Sleepwalking prayers, like unconventional rains
I am not sad about myself...
Your broken things, muted pains.
Flowers in her back pocket, like you...
Drink the moonlight under a cocoon.
IV. Unwinding onions, layer-by-layer
Hold a wildflower in a storm, like your
Past peeled off but unfathomed.
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