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She gives him his eyes, she found them
Among some rubble, among some beetles

He gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishment

She has found his hands for him, and fitted them freshly at the wrists
They are amazed at themselves, they go feeling all over her

He has assembled her spine, he cleaned each piece carefully
And sets them in perfect order
A superhuman puzzle but he is inspired
She leans back twisting this way and that, using it and laughing
Incredulous

Now she has brought his feet, she is connecting them
So that his whole body lights up

And he has fashioned her new hips
With all fittings complete and with newly wound coils, all shiningly oiled
He is polishing every part, he himself can hardly believe it

They keep taking each other to the sun, they find they can easily
To test each new thing at each new step

And now she smoothes over him the plates of his skull
So that the joints are invisible

And now he connects her throat, her ******* and the pit of her stomach
With a single wire

She gives him his teeth, tying the the roots to the centrepin of his body

He sets the little circlets on her fingertips

She stiches his body here and there with steely purple silk

He oils the delicate cogs of her mouth

She inlays with deep cut scrolls the nape of his neck

He sinks into place the inside of her thighs

So, gasping with joy, with cries of wonderment
Like two gods of mud
Sprawling in the dirt, but with infinite care
They bring each other to perfection.
Tonight- he called
Down to me
To deliver a message
For the whole world to see

Envision a place
Where it is safe to dream
Jesus, our savior
Created the land of the free

And if you are ever in need
"Ask and you shall receive"
For Jesus- is the only one
That will never leave

When life gives you lemons
Make lemonade
Because Jesus our savior
Will always come to your aid

As long as you -continue to pray
Matthew 7: 7-12
Ask, and you will receive. Search, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened for you.
as I sat writing
a sneaky twee wee breeze slipped
under my back door
parties, drinking, hating one another
these are teens lives
but not mine

yes I like to have fun
but I want more than wonder if boys like me
drinking till I don't know where I am

I want long walks, deep talks
world travels, music shows
book pilled up to my nose

I want more than the average teen
and I am so happy for that
bloodshot eyes
chapped lips

the beauty of being broken
i tried and failed (miserably)
to-day I sat in a slim line chair
in which I was made aware
of the size of my posterior's pear

it drooped over the sides of the seat
and it didn't look orderly or neat

a not so subtle message
my buns have relayed to me
they've said that they are
a little too hefty

I'm making a belated
New Years resolution
which is to seek an answer
to my tails expansive evolution

being unable to place
my posterior in a chair
is truly a most
wretched affair
A fun write...
there's a lot of ideas in my mind
makes me ride a big wave
feel like i can't be safe
took me to another world
very scary place and awkward
fall in a big hall called love
no one can get me out of there
nothing is fair
but time makes me strong
and i started to move on
to better life where choices are open
and no one is broken
This is me
not incredibly pretty
but it's all I got
    This is me
    not incredibly smart
    but it's all I got
        This is me
        not incredibly funny
        but it's all I got
            This is me
            not incredibly anything
            but it's all I thought
                Until you arrived
                changed my current perspective
                and my entire life. :)
@Copyright Kaitlyn Marie
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