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I will rest my arm on your shoulders so often it will become

like air there

so familiar you will notice no difference

a freckle on your cheek will be a freckle on my cheek

a laugh in your lungs will resonate like a wood flute

in my lungs

an ailment in your body will ail me



pressed together i expect us to be

but always with room to breath

you will be as a god to me

and i a goddess to you



i am ready to construct shrines to your beauty and your grace

take your time

but find my face

so your pain can become my pain

and never hurt as bad again