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i am draped in bones and skins and memories of scattered times i carved the story in my skin to carry always, i was always yours as the circle turned upon itself you came to me every time in the culmination of life i am born to your kisses and smiles and through the years, i was always yours as the circle turned upon itself i am the light to your dark the water to your fire i am the one you woke at night to find and i remember i was always yours © 2007, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |