For you, will I be
your hyacinth girl?
Ripped apart
Torn
Bloody.
May you never stand alone.
Look at the silver tarpaulin
How it shines
Steel claws above
the cemented platforms as barriers
Reach out to me
I am your hyacinth girl.
Your reason.
Look
You are never alone.
We have this moment.
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