I tear bleed every pain from me
Hot iron cauterise the wounds I see
Stand here in open love and be
When echoing hurt demands it from me. Hold my breath whilst flaying me
For endless love is all there’ll be
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I like the way you’ve written this. It has an old style and that makes the voice seem to speak from the past into the present. An ageless sentiment remembered. Nice.
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