I surrender my weapons: Catapult Tears, Raincloud Hat, Lip Zip, Brittle Coat, Taut Teeth in guarded rows. Pluck this plate of armour from my ear, drop it in the Amnesty Bin, watch my sadness land among the dark shapes of memory.
Unarmed, now see me saunter past Ticking Baggage, Loaded Questions, Gangs of Doubt; my love equips me. I swear, ever since your cheeky face span round I trust this whole bloody world.
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