your hand. no the other hand.
the broken hand.
i want to feel
the bones,
the cracked bones.
how they've healed
in strange ways.
i want to see the dark in you,
to see the hurt,
the bad dreams.
show me your shattered
heart,
your lost way.
lift the sheet and show me
the monster under your bed.
tell me everything, start
from the beginning.
i'll go next.
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