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rival of Mars
When I say I love,
I mean
I fall in
whole,
swallowed up,
while it licks
its lips.
I am
human ruins
in
a wild man's fire.
The last fallen leaf,
victim of
a strong storm's breath.
The empty lungs
of a collapsed truth.
The drained ocean
lost in paradise.
I am
the bloody gurgle
of a war cry.
Tuesday 5th November 2024 4:35 am
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