S.

and I am undone by beauty
yours and mine and hers

vanity that defiled holy ground
and destroyed our state of grace

I am forever at the whim
of the tides
of lies and fate and time

but you know me
I am the little girl
eternally afraid
and irrevocably fearless

sisters and lovers
loved and lost
too long, too late

I will travel a thousand miles to you
a broken heart to damaged goods

and...

and...

and I wish perfection did not exist
so you would be content
with imperfect me

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