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My Love

I would write you poetry,

Oh, you know I would write you poetry

Wrapped in pretty yellow bows

Stained black from the toxins I’m breathing

The love that stains my veins, my bones, my organs

But you would only see words and letters placed together

Not even readable because your eyes

Oh, your eyes were not meant to read my words

My words wrapped in pretty yellow bows

Stained black from the toxins I’m breathing

And your skin would be slathered in it,

Bathed in the black inky toxins and I know

Oh, I know

You would clean it off because it is too dark

Because it is too messy

And I, oh, I am too dark – I am too messy

And my love is the toxins I’m breathing

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