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I want to find the place where 
all the shapes live inside of me,

so I can take them all out.

I will wrap each one with love,
tenderly and keep them near.
Then, if I ever want them, 
to talk to somebody who 
never found theirs, perhaps 
they tried but felt too fearful
or too naked without them; 
I could unwrap one and wear 
a familiar shape in which
to comfort them and later, 
remove it, put it safely 

away, that I might, again
see everything uncovered,
outside of the lines that you 
painted encircling me 

thinking to keep us both safe.
I know that it’s dangerous, 
that without perfect balance
I might burn from exposure 
or lose myself, drowning in 
endless opening, perhaps
drift away on a breeze, or 
fall, to lie on the sun-warmed 
ground, having forgotten why standing is important. 
You see, how easily we 
are tempted to grow new lines,
the small beginning’s, tendrils, 
hesitation and concern,
I will wrap them, carefully,
store them, safe with the others,
never stopping until I 
fade like notes on a bards harp
until the very air itself
becomes but one of my breaths.