Gift

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My hands are cold,
and my skin is old.
A lifeless blue,
and sore to touch.
I cry, soft, in a private space,
plush with reds and ribbon and lace;
A sanctuary for me,
and a faceless freedom.
I lay my heart in the bowl,
and watch the blood bleed and coat
the engraved words: I belong to no one.

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