A Love Poem

You can’t possess my wounds

They have several layers

You have to get in, to heal the core..

Like an egg you have to break through me

Tearing me is the only way to sew me

You know something ? You can’t tear

What is already torn

So forget this darn , waste of yarn

Give me your wounds , lets mix and match

For each of my wounds you take ,

I take two of yours

I lick your wounds

You swallow my tears

Lets write a joint poem on the night sky

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