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There is so much warm,

There is so much wet.

Not alone anymore,

Well at least not yet.

In a garden, a turgid den,

I stand beside the best of them.

If I cut them down, I stand, they bend,

Will the sun shine bright on me then?

It burns me down completely,

Layers of skin are peeling.

And now you see I'm nothing;

I'm pure for you finally.

I'm the one to mend them,

A saviour, destroyer.

No man has made me tender,

I long for my surrender.

There is strength in giving in,

But I have never been that strong.

A thirst so unforgiving,

A drought that lasts too long.

I'm the one to rend them,

Insecure, a failure.

So I leave them condemned,

Auditioned and oh so ignored.

Strip for me,

Your soul, your skin.

Strip for me,

Show me everything.