I offer this because I must.
Kept, it dies, swells & rots
bursts & hurts & dies again.
Offered up, taken in,
it marries you,
becomes the thing
that lives between
apple & tongue,
or rose & eye.
You make it new.
Re-conceived, it hurts,
still.
Yes.
But less.
Please tell me what you think
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this is a great style of writting
makes me wonder too
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Interesting
Makes my mind stir, not quite sure why, but it does


