You touched my lips, with a hand of love.
I felt your heart quicken as we stepped as one.
Now you speak of parting our ways. You gave me back my heart, and closed the door.
Now all I can think is how your body lay next to mine, so tender and pure.
You laid me down, down deep to my core.
And now it must be, as a ragged hole torn.
For I shall never again be whole.
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