when the rack
is stretched
and the back
is broke,
i rise for you.
when the hammer strikes
and the nails spark
and silence is scared
by a scream,
i laugh with you.
and when we force
our way inside
just to hear the sobs
and see tears soak the eyes,
i lust with you.
when the cut is made
and we rejoice in the
picture we paint,
the nectar is devoured
and i drink with you. |
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