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We can make peace with it,
That is what sanctuary is.
Proof of concept, I need you not to scream.
Why are you here?
Baby pink walls, velvet sheen,
Spines and thorns are the trim around a sinking soul.
Husk boy, false eyelashes,
I don their skin for more than just warmth.
I know myself better than you could have ever thought.
I am the bouquet, drink from my hip.
I won't open boxes that I'm told not to.

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