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Love Gore

July 21, 2022
By jxruh BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
jxruh BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
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Thorns of roses call to me, pricking at my flesh.

They know something that I do not, and yet,

tell me none of it.

 

Like mages caught within my thoughts,

they undress my hidden wants. How

grave it is to love someone, how disastrous

have I become?

 

Cheeks are red and wounds are picked,

fresh with sanguine water. Fruitful is

the spring; it makes a harvest out of me.

Embrace whatever is left.

 

My torso is scabbed and arms have lost their

strength. The remains of my heart are of ash.

Yet stinging pain relieves me as the fondness

strikes a flame.

 

Oh, how it hurts to burn, and burn only for thee.



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