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for the love of...



There are no martyrs to bear your name. None 

to lay down a heavy sword. This is my fault 

somehow. In light of untimely gloom, I misused 




I was never a grave. Just empty. My love 

rotted beside me. I pulled him in but 

there’s no dirt to bury. 


I cannot suffer for love. Give me 

a whole man, more than bone and gore. 


To earth you is a dream. 

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