I like it a lot.
You see me as love's lost soul; Scarred heart jarred tight In bitter juices; Nerves jagged and splayed On skin's surface suffer The lightest touch. But bitterness is mine! My cleansing tonic Dissolves The noxious sweet Of sentiment. And this skin is mine, whole- Within this armor I'm free, Not lost, To see the limits Of your embrace. |
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