I am the buyer,
I love every injury.
The gift I got from my fans
Is treasured in the vault of my heart,
Close to the lifeline.
And those given by the time are hidden
‘neath the shirt’s skirt
And where could I hide the injuries
That are all around me
Their traders entice me with?
Is there no buyer for them except me?
None is unwise, none is wiser?
I am the only buyer,
Is there no buyer at all?
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