The midnight in my soul is purple bruise
A plummy sticky hurt so ripe and sour
It festered and now poison oozes out
I fear my pain will seep out into view
Veneer my life with stories frothy light
I drink and dance and sway on mortal coil
The armour of my wit is dented now
Exposure cannot even be conceived
You mirror to my face you let me see
I stand as naked as the winter ash
You hold me and immerse me in the pain
Then help me dress the wounds with tender love
And when I try to thank you for your care
You say that you are honoured to be here


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