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this is your love...
this is your love...
clear vibrant eyes speak with a sincerity
that cannot reach parted lips.
it strikes unholy terror in my heart
a gentle touch with the unspoken
said aloud,
has become the touch of death
arms out stretched to take back
the time
the innocence
tears of blood; as a piece of me dies
scared and alone
as he says
love
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