Love

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Our faces held each other like twigs in a bonfire

Yet we speak lies and twist them like vines

Into branches, coiled into itself


"I love you,"

Sometimes I wish I would hear that one such night

Her eyes wouldn't drift nor would she stare

Sometimes I wish her branches would fall apart

and rot away; her core left to touch

And oh my dear! My heart beats like you have never seen 

Not for sweet words; those twisted vines

But for your singing voice you have tucked away

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