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A series of tiny,

Miniscule,

Stitches

Is what keeps me

Together.

Numerous,

Insignificant

Tears

That form larger 

Rips,

Great gouging gashes,

Pieced together

With string made

Of a strand

Of hair,

With balm made

Of a single,

Searing, kiss.

It's the way you

Touch me

When we both know

That I am 

Crumbling,

That you are

Shattering.

There's a certain kind

Of strength in that.

Just past the pain,

Beneath the drowning depression,

Sinking through the surface,

This melding of minds

Is all that I seek.

Come closer, my love,

And I will show you all

That makes me who I am. 

Come closer, ever closer,

And I will see you for

Who you truly are.

There's nothing left to fear.