Light may be
perpetual in you,
in me,
the dark
always finds a way inside.
Oh love,
I wish it
weren’t so,
I wish I
didn’t have to wake with fleshy wood to
abuse your
venus till numb and unbearable,
the same
person who loves your light
is the
madman with murder in his heart,
who all the same loving you,
envies your
ability to be-
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