After years of submission my dissension is divine,
I’ve waited in anguish and languished in love,
I’m that heart-beat-down hero that fits like a glove,
In silence too perfect we surface in darkness,
A fresh death’s last breath in this shallow mind’s starkness,
Open these wounds to the swoons of a rose,
Her essence incessant through her eyes as they close…
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