poem

four – bones

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you are more than just these ribs, my love

you are every solid thing inside that make me stand

you’re my supporter

to bend you means to hurt myself

to not take good care of you will only weaken me

my woman, you are every bone in me

but to the ribs all hats go off

you’re there guarding my fragile heart

the essence that keeps me alive

that cleanses my body each and every day

you

guard

it

what am i without you, my love?

just a pile of meat

stay

stay

don’t ever leave me

let me cover you while you strengthen me

together we should be

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