How brazen you stand before me. Tall like the pillars of salt. Solid tears of discomfort. Feathered scars which belie the much contemplation. Demand, yet deferring all responsibilities. For a soul in crises. My unwavering yeses, let you climb this tower of babel. As your skin toughened and the callouses were caused. Across your heart. What you demand, I will…
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