Gave you my history,
A cup of blood and fragmented brains.
Asked for current healing.
I was baptized in that blood,
Handed a cloaked mirror.
Soaked in the insomniac inability for introspection.
Absorbed the wounds.
Stitched ancestral scars.
I called her by her name,
and she loved me tenderly.
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