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If steel I wore, i'd tear your intervention, gently. in this night of sleep. i'd detach your face with remorse. If I wore in tin plates, i'd draw you near the horizon far away, across each grief; i'd unshackle, between my dreams pauses. If I stitch like nails, i'd free you unheard, unknown. end up in a love binge, til the stops fool you, bringing you home. If I could