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Bones

My bones are made of love,
but my bones are not fragile.
My bones chill my soul with sharp edges,
but my bones are not evil.
Me and my bones are transparent
and all loving.
In the end,
I have roses growing between my bones,
but be quiet
they’re sleeping.

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