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1:37 am

a pooling sea of ink

begins to sting

and stains the home

we built on saturn's rings

knife at the heart

of the soul that she drew

breakage of bonded flesh

from her womb

refuge in him

i built a home

bathed in tears

i am bare and alone

begging for his touch once again

i am left with the memory of his taste

and his scent

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