You are the chipped
coffee cup on the table;
You are the photo album
of the stable - gilded
memories from when
our passion did not lack -
You are the crimson
scratch marks on my back.
You are all this and more,
less, more or less the best
and I'm more or less a mess,
because I would kill the
children of a thousand worlds
just to see you smile.
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