Cyranny wrote a lovely poem with some inference of lending oneself – so I ran that idea. Again.

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Am I asking too much

Just to borrow your touch?

Might I breathe in your breath for a while?

Will you lend me your skin?

Will you let me within?

Might you credit me once for your smile

Will you soon make me whole

Let me mortgage my soul

Let me owe. Let me know. No regret

I will sign any loan

Just to call you my own

With no hope of repaying the debt

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