Flip sides of the ventricles
throw away all its precious veins
suck blood
undo all the sweetness
in combustion,
oxygen-free.
Short of breath.
Turn the pink flesh
to roast chicken.
And have no record of
softness in cloud,
the teardrop pattern.
In doing this,
somewhere
words pierce the heart
and one dies.
In this way someone in your life
talks out love
and leave your company .
This is how it is ,
Our altering love, walking through a rainstorm.
It is love
that has no "r"
twice in its name.
thiss!
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