like a labyrinth
I grew on you
spreading
spewing blood
with every till
as each curl
and swathe
took promise..
.
your agony
was one
of anguish
yet
you remain
inert
allowing numbness
to pacify tears..
.
like a tattoo
I remained
a winged putto
piercing arrows
to your heart
on your skin
I remain
leeched..
.
.
.
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