hello does not last.
good bye drags
on.
i love you misleads,
an inevitable mis
fortune.
no doubt, love is forever.
it feeds or stays, long like
thorns.
my tenderness is facile.
i marvel at the rose, its
thorns
are my shred body,
bleeding in me, sinking in
to me.
perhaps my blood fertilizes,
feeds this love thing,
carnivorous.
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