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Mend my broken fingertips,
to black and blue they're beaten.
Don't fly away on paper planes,
you are yet to be written.

Penniless in a wealth of words,
All alone in crowded rooms,
Nude I stand before you now
stripped of masks and of costumes.

I will water you with tears -
Bloom on, my answered prayer!
Let your skin settle on me,
I adore its every layer.