the universe in your eyes
and the electricity on your fingertips
when you breathe in all your anxieties
and sadness,
I'll be the slow warm exhale of comfort
in madness
I want to be each piece of hair falling out
And each tear shed
Each bruise a piece of me forgotten
on your skin
most of all
i want to be the dripping blood from
your wrist
Tainted by the poison in your mind
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