The answers lie

Somewhere beneath cushions where I rest

And when my fingers dip into the soft

Honey-like gold

Of my heart,

I spill tears, love and ashes 

Across shiny floors

In the ballroom I dance with my eyes

I manipulate the sense of my neighbors

I once slipped through the windows

And fell two stories

Down to the rose garden

Among my thorns

They stabbed me

And the blood poured so much

I collected my bones and my blood

And I taught myself

To love

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