those lips still cut
with every touch
with every view, so
tie me to the screen
to bring them closer,
still closer, to me
there is no such
thing, love
there is only bruise
a thumb pressed to
heart-boxes caged
within rows of ribs
and vanities
so give over blind
a seer for sweet pain
rending through
to see so clear
it hurts
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