Thank you for being so considerately delicate when you speared my heart with your pointed tongue
What a wonderful choice of prose you chose to ease me down from this ledge you put me on
Was I truly so blind that even with my eyes closed I could'nt see within my mind,
That you have been bleeding me begrudgingly this entire time?
This gaping wound watches my soul flow from it's mouth as your shadow backs away
Leaving me to die in solitude, destitute, a point of which I cannot refute, while my heart decays
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