spin me and heal me;
I feel lost and found and swept away.
Eyes that hold their gaze,
tearing through the shame,
seeing the softness I thought was lost.
Lips that graze my skin,
raw and vulnerable,
Breaking through my rusted armor.
I feel myself splitting open at your touch;
Torn between what was lost.
Trapped in this disguise.
I am desperate to escape you
before you feel my brokenness.
But then you pull me close:
"You don't need to run away anymore."
I am home.
I can love.
I can be loved.
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