No longer addiction's shelter

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Cradle you in

The crevices of my bones

And call you mine

My sweet concubine

I had been looking for rebirth

Any way to get away from me

Wanting no less beauty

Than a baby’s blue eyes

I walked through days

With the belief that I was going to make myself beautiful

Desirable beneath the

Greasy hair and sunken eyes

That held hope in a time long ago

But the love you gave me

Never mind its cruel lies

You can see the blood of rose thorns

That once stroked my thighs

Pushing me to strive for

Beauty and light

When all I could do was

Pray to God I’d die each night

With freedom comes more than survival

And that’s a horizon drawing near

You’ve bumped me down too many calories

Evading death’s become career

Now as you fall

Out of collarbones in hiding

For I can no longer be your shelter

My faith in you’s dividing

Between what I can and cannot keep

You are still there

Haunting my mind

But I’ve found better roommates

Whose words are more kind

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