And I cannot seem to move you
For I'm forced to cradle your now broken skull
Between these two callow hands
While you deliberately, gently caress
And run your hands along my severed spinal column
Taking notice of every little bump along the way
And we consider these moments Golden
When it's safe to say we are entirely broken
. . . . Together
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