I love you,
You and your twisted briar heart,
Your cold heart,
Your stone heart,
Betrayed and hardened by the years,
Ugly and encrusted in ice.
I love you,
You and your shortcomings,
Your flaws,
Your failures,
Molded and fouled by the world,
That left you all but weary of it.
I love you,
You and all that is on your shoulders.
I love you,
You and every scar.
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