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Love
A fruit cut,
Seeded in thorns,
Washed in red waves,
Clay rejected,
To be hammered in the beating of your heart.
Learning to hate the flower worms,
The pig pleasures,
Embracing the healing pain
To come out again by your breath.
...
A fruit cut,
Seeded in thorns,
Washed in red waves,
Clay rejected,
To be hammered in the beating of your heart.
Learning to hate the flower worms,
The pig pleasures,
Embracing the healing pain
To come out again by your breath.
...
