I tore it out,
beating and bloody,
in a proclamation of love
and vulnerability.
Disgusted,
you rejected it,
too confronted by what
you saw.
Alive but dying.
That was our love.
I tore it out,
beating and bloody,
in a proclamation of love
and vulnerability.
Disgusted,
you rejected it,
too confronted by what
you saw.
Alive but dying.
That was our love.
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