You are the lamb that takes the fire with you to rest
Buried under a shapeless mound of wreckage
I serve you a warm cup and shake out my hand after we touch
You say thank you
You are the cloth I left behind while I was switching worlds
Bandaged, ludicrous, wrapped and sovereign
I miss the shirt I laid away
You reach for a napkin to clear your transgressions
I promise, you're human. I swear, you're a women.
I'm sorry this world is unfit to suit you
I apologize that there is nothing left I can do for you.
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