Nothing.A tender chunk of your bloody heart,you pick it yourself and then I start.
I dig and jab.I pull and grab.Catch every passing moment.and I chew.I sit amidst a very few.
You breathe a happy sigh,you do.I look content.And it might just be true.
And out of my mouth my love pours out.And alone I sleep,drenched;skin deep.
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