My hand is a hairpin, holding you
Fall apart in all directions
It was made for such situations
My chest is a corset, supporting you
Tired, worn and ready to give up
Lean, feel the strength and gear up
My heart is a flip-flop, carrying you
Fickle, experts in unreliability
This shall be anchor of stability
My love is underwear, covering you
Tender, insecure, flashy, assertive
Find rest, weary traveller, in this cave
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