Tell me, oh,
Tell me your love--
I'll surely show you mine.
Unbutton me with
your grey eyes--
Beware of what you find.
I've not a lot of mended things
to make a loving whole.
Most that you'll find is
broken fragments,
Not one piece you can hold.
But hold me, oh,
This welcomed breath--
I welcome it, yes still.
I welcome still your kiss of death--
Destroy me if you will.

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