It’s scratching the inside of my bosom where my heart weeps for your dark embrace.
It’s also scratching away the raison-like atriums my blood runs through
And these thirsty ventricles breathe slower and slower from the scar you left
On my heart. It’s scratching the last physical proof I own that I have loved.
This downward scar, my love for you, kills me above and below.
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