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Shovel an axe into, and gouge my eyes,

until, my scathed sockets

bleed. Softly releasing

and softly praying; they wilter and lie silent,

cold through the night. Mirrored moons weigh down

our souls, and bleed trails over our curves.

I will, in this light - defined - walk wayward

and tossle with your pride.

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. heartbreaking poetry ...
. intensely emotional ...