love her and choose the latter. her hands
flutter down your back like doves. forget
what that feels like. she tastes like the
greenest poison. the thickest brambles
tear the skin. if love was a raven,
this would be so much easier. lips are
ghosts. having a heart leads to fevers,
sweats in the night. there is a way to be
alone. it is an undiscovered continent,
a map that cannot be understood.
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