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Those bones beaten and frayed,

layers skinned away by a blade
She'd collect all the pieces torn
and sneer at bones now worn

And the delicate nerves,
never did as they served
in moves they strummed like a bass
until you met me, my face-

A caring hand to take,
an easy pair we would make
I'd trace each crack, each dent
and off those demons went

And frailty, it did claim me
Though you were not able to see
I was left ever so brittle
And you did so little

Take not the rest
I have nothing left,
but the bones of me
to sickness, you lead