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and you're gonna fix me, you do fix me, and you needn't do anything, with a kiss, and your soft questions *why?* that turn my eye into myself where the riddle echoes and riccochets off into the burrows where my thoughts live *why?why?why?* landing in an orifice somewhere between my knees and my lower jaw, and the things you say that make me lose all sense of language *do not get me started on the repercussion, i have class tomorrow*, and while you hold me in your hands i am happy, and i sing, and when you drop me i will break and shatter and rebuild myself even taller and more beautiful than before because i haven't been destroyed yet, so chances are i won't ever be. because everytime someone dropped me i've reformed reshaped reconstructed revised reworded reworked rewritten and patched and turned.