Be all the things I berated you for.
And shaking fingers point me away
How long will the opaque mirage suspend
I beg the heat of love brush it all aside
Our bitter smallness erase
How small the sanctuary seems
Without the firelight to open eyes
How long do we stare at ourselves
I beg the breath of god breath me back alive
And lift my shortened gaze
We have the things we don't accept you for
Hidden long inside our disease
Knowing I don't change you or give you spell
Turn our faces to you
Your love and the ways you scare us
Uncross my arms.
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