Fine

He can build me up with a single touch,

places me on a mountain among the clouds and the stars.

He turns my breath into gold, my words into silk,

and Every inch of skin he touches becomes the softest velvet.

But then I fall, the glass of my eyes shatters

And he kills me with “It’s fine”.

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