food

  

When I grow weary, let me eat

All the sunlight from your skin

I will drink all the light in your eyes

Absorb all the shadows down your spine

I will make bracelets of your tattoes

Your palms shall form my shoes.

But when you come home on weary feet

I will give you my whole soul to eat

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