modest wagon
Be my mirror
See me
All of me
The twinkle, the sparkle
The clandestine crinkles
The childish chuckles
The black and blue knuckles
The will, the brine spill
The desires I kill
The sandcastles I dare to build
The wit, the grit
The splinter, the split
The broken bones
The elusive homes
The quad-chambered chapel
Carved in wax
Craves silk
Yet in barbed wire it wilts
Quietly rebuilds
Full, yet running empty
Be the steady gaze that holds
Doesn't flinch, doesn't fold
Doesn't distort
Doesn't abort
Be my consort
That witnesses the girl behind the armour
Not the warrior
Not the fervor
Just her
Be my mirror
See me for who I am
Stay for what I am
Love me in the language that I am
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torn sphinx
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