I wonder if love bleeds
If love is so real then why can't I see it
Why when it punctures my heart'can I not avenge it?
It's not the nights that are brutal,
It's the mornings thereafter
When my flesh has been used
And it's scabbed from the beating

My soulflesh took that beating

If loves would would heal mine
...murder in cold humor.
 
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