I'm not this thing of hanging skin
and empty flapping bulk arranged
on plastic bones for all to see
I am
not this.
I'm what I
used to be,
just temporarily
estranged
and waiting for
the key to fill
and stretch me
back to real,
which will be you.
When deep into
your eyes, I'll
steal
And you'll see me
just as I was. And I
will be, for you
just 'cause.
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