Catch
here it is,
ripped out and fresh--
still dripping with naivety.
here it is,
throbbing and thrashing--
pulsing against gravity.
here it is,
foreign and unwieldy--
in need of consolation.
here it is,
gift-wrapped and bow-tied--
prepared for presentation.
here it is,
prickly and thorned--
a risky endevour.
here I am,
pained and desperate--
as dramatic as ever.
ripped out and fresh--
still dripping with naivety.
here it is,
throbbing and thrashing--
pulsing against gravity.
here it is,
foreign and unwieldy--
in need of consolation.
here it is,
gift-wrapped and bow-tied--
prepared for presentation.
here it is,
prickly and thorned--
a risky endevour.
here I am,
pained and desperate--
as dramatic as ever.
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