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please stop tearing me in two the love of your life yet your punching bag, too? imperfect and indecent rapturous and consuming why must you cower at the sight of my blooming a life spent shivering alone and afraid that I would never know the warm light of day a pale imitation for love and affection left me wandering bravely in the opposing direction we’re tangled together us fateful two what’s left for us, but that I love you my seams are splitting the blood pouring out can this dance only end in famine and drought?
-June
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