my him -

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You deserve joy,
ever fleck of skin,
every inch of tenderness,
every worst thought you've had,
and no one wins,
no one bathes themselves in light, love,
no one comes out pure,
no one says the right thing,
and no one is harmless,
and no one is free,
no one is predestined,
no one is merciless,
no one is uninvolved,
we are all smatterings of joy and sadness,
a peeling and regrowing in our undersides,
we are capable of self sacrifice,
and malice
and faith
and error,
and wisdom
and joy -
oh love, you deserve joy,
it is such a short stay
in this vivid, old town.