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My Borrowed Soul
<p>I am your open palm,</p><p>A cup for every storm </p><p>Let all your shadows fall, </p><p>I’ll hold them till they’re warm </p><p><br/></p><p>I lean toward broken things, </p><p>Hungry for trembling wings, </p><p>Give me your trembling too </p><p>I’ll paint my heartbeat in your blues </p><p><br/></p><p>Your sorrow finds its way, </p><p>It curls in me to stay, </p><p>I breathe it in like smoke </p><p>And call it mine each day </p><p><br/></p><p>Envy in your eyes? </p><p>Give it, no disguise, </p><p>I’ll fold it into me, </p><p>Like truth wrapped up in lies </p><p><br/></p><p>I echo what you are, </p><p>A reflection stretched too far, </p><p>Your weight becomes my spine, </p><p>Your ache becomes my star </p><p><br/></p><p>So spill into my chest, </p><p>Your unrest, your unrest. </p><p>I’ll barter off my peace </p><p>To cradle your distress </p><p><br/></p><p>But now my vessel leaks, </p><p>And I’m tired of what it seeks… </p><p>I tried to be your mirror, </p><p>But I’ve blurred myself for weeks </p><p><br/></p><p>I’m fading at the rim </p><p>A silhouette grown dim, </p><p>I carried all of you, </p><p>And now I’m losing me </p><p><br/></p><p> </p>

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