simple
like a blend of tea and honey
stir me
whisk in memories
of laughter
sorrow
and light
and I'll cower
behind these eyes
and all too ready
smile
like yesterday
a dry, cold wind
of mixed emotions
molded
by the sound
of your voice
and your touch
now,
I beg you,
un-make me
with your hands
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