Wonder why your eyes teared up when I said goodbye.
You did imply succulent flaws to my advice.
Protesting what you are took you far.
And now you know my weakest spot.
Keep it to yourself.
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Losing limbs.
Death to all of your impure thoughts.
One thousand sins.
Ripping out big and quiet hearts.
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And when the south winds caught me,
he was not around.
They shut the door behind me.
Then I was found.