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I remember distinctively wanting to write it in my hand
My black pen on my skin, the letters round and soft
I wanted to be able to see the word and to be calm
I wanted it to be my secret

Who are you
Tell me
What

How long how hard
Do you know, you

I’d like to hide it, precious in my mind
Protect it from decay, turn you into
Words of bliss and pride

Protect this thing I never knew
Could taste so
Sweet so true

Protect it
From this land of desolation