You fill me up
Like fuzzy peach petals
Pricking my fingers
On my own thorns
You take the sting away
Following me
Like a shadowed blanket
Cushioning each fall
Delicate fingers
Anxiously pacing
Back and forth
Across broken pavement
Black stained fingertips
With an even darker heart
You breathe into me
I sink into you
Stem placed
In a crystal vase
Holding something broken
Holding someone broken
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