Let me be your walking stick,
holding your hand as you move.
Let me be your veil,
sheilding you from the evil eye.
Let me be your skin,
so that i rupture before you bleeed.
Let me be your mirror,
so that you see yourself
everytime you look at me.
Let me be your tears,
so that i flow out taking your pain.
Let me be your nails,
so i come back even after you cut me out.
Let me be your ring,
so that you fidget with me when worried.
Let me be the earth,
so that i take you in my arms when you fall.
Let me be all these things,
but never let me feel small.
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