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Love, A Trap

Love is a trap
Of care and craggly rocks
Hidden beneath bows too weak
To hold our empathic derision
Love is a casket lined with fur and nails
And bits of broken glass
The size of the chunks love will tear your heart into.
We lie in it still, and walk across those bridges
And hope that time slows so we can watch the night sky as we fall
And feel the nails and glass pierce our flesh
As tickling sensations.

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