To be loved, because I am
The same as you
Is to inherit the love
We were born into.
Watch it descend, like a dove,
A holy gift.
As I grasp at tar-filled straws,
Walk on painted stilts.
Make me be with silver claws
Wrap me up in golden gauze
I'll never leave
Cause at your side
I'm taken as I AM.
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