your
temptous rage
evidence from scars on my face
hot, stung against my cheek
and i can taste the blood that bleeds
your face twists in the anger that seethes
and i curl up closer to nothing
than ever before
i would take all that abuse
for just a little more
the love terminal
sickening me
but I can't regret this
the best love to ever
be
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