WEAR IT OUT

I’ll crush your bones, but break no skin.

Hallowed hands branding our sticky-sweet sin.

Knees pressed to your chest,

I’ll take the bubbling love within,

And turn it out. Make it new again…

If we slip, we won’t break when we bend,

But if we stick, there will be no end…

We’ll wear it back out, into the perfect fit.

 

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