If I opened my chest for you
ribs splayed open like a book
my heart a story incomplete and
the hollow of my lungs waiting,
would you cup my heart
in the valley of your hands and
bring it closer to yours? Would
you breathe a song to fill
my lungs? When you have
written your story on my heart will
you return it to me more than it
was before?
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