the call and the confidence of being held dear.
I'm seamless. Seamless when I'm with you.
It cuts through my veins, through my bones to the core,
to experience more of me, and still there is more.
this seamless ragamuffin is tossed once more.
Around again, the story goes of the fall, the wasteland and the tall walls.
she sews up her sides, her wounds and her pride. Still seamless once more.
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