You made me,
And all I can
Offer you
Are dirty rags.
You tear
Up my soul
With your
Beauty;
With your
Sacrifice.
I am
Lost without
You.
You
Make me
Clean;
All of you.
I just stand
And adore
You in frailty,
In vulnerability-
And you
hear me.
It’s not cheap-
Nailed hands
and feet.
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