i scar and i bruise and
i stop, and i begin again,
burned into passionate depths,
i strain, i string, i stumble
and my scream carries the
need to be needed by you,
sweetness, clarity, faith,
ever-present light hanging
from the clouds that race
and finds its repose in
your hands already battered
yet i remember, vaguely,
the soul that gave
much as it could - you.
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