Remember?
You are mine.
Don’t you know I have grieved too, over your hurts?
I cannot fail to grieve over your scars.
If I could lend you my own blood: The strength of my bones
I will so robe thee
But it is work,
So have patience.
You will be free
You will be free
The last cell will be swept clean
And the last lonely exile healed of his crime
And punishment.
Remember?
Be mine.
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