we'd be so less fragile, if we were made from metal and our hearts from iron and our minds from steel.
and if we built an army, full of tender bodies...
would we love each other?
would we stop to feel?
and you want three wishes:
one to fly the heavens, one to swim like fishes, and one you're saving for a rainy day if your lover ever takes her love away.
you want never to be bitter, and all delicious.
and a clean conscience and all it's blisses.
you want one true lover with a thousand kisses.
you want soft, gentle, and never vicious.
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