yes

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used, used, used
roll me off your tongue
and tell me what a bitter pill it is
to swallow my love

undone, unknown, unloved
and so, you break apart
and I learn a special stitch
to keep your seems together

bruise, break, bleed
show me how you fight for me,
laugh when I fade into shadow
faster than the moon

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