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Let your words spill over me
and breathe your life into them
as they take root in my flesh.
Clothe my nakedness with your thoughts,
more colourful than anything in my wardrobe -
and a better fit.
Dictate the pace.
Let your tongue tell tales on my skin.
Restructure my arc.
Expose through exposition.
Adjust my metre so it syncs with yours.
Tonight I am whatever story
you want to make of me.
Please,
finish the story.
I need an ending.
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