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tell me my flaws

bring me to my knees

bring your hand to my chin

make me look at you

tell me you'll still love me

even if my flaws crawl out of my throat

even if they spill all over the floor

tell me you'll still hold me

pick me up

lift me up

make me feel strong

for without you

my bones are made of leaves

and my skin is made of blue rose petals

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