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10:09 pm

flash your will against me

relieve this red smear

smother the beating

dull the pulse

show mercy

spare it from your side

and i will rip

what was yours, what was living in me,

and return it to you

do it while our hearts are still intact

before they rot in each other's care

before they become riddled with bitterness

choked by sinking seeds

of resentment

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