I know you like the back of my hand
If
The back of my hand was
leather bound
cracked spine
and of endless pages
Then I know you Infinitely
As a sanctuary with no doors
And endless room of stories
Where I freefall into each adventure heart-first
And every time I find love
I find you
Like something old and promised
A gift forged in fire and verse
Where I stand unafraid to be singed
to be ripped apart
to be scorched to ash.
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