I'm coming out of the shadows to meet you,
peeling of my layers of protection.
I need you and want you beside me,
to support me so I can bloom.
I want you to be my layers now,
keep me safe from wind and rain,
keep me nourished with your attention.
So I need never starve again.
Shinemyrtle
The world through my eyes
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