When I cut my arm,
like the tree bleeds sap,
I saw the nature of love.
Sweet and painful taste
scorch my mouth, one last time in bed.
I love my pin prick that was you,
closed eyes relieve my pressure.
Jumping foward from the scraper, make my dreams come true.
Of a happiness with no time nor measure.
So let me swim in our looking glass
one more precious time,
before you go in a mask and steal this heart
of mine. |
Submission Name: Masked Nature
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