strange as it is awful,
to let the blood spill where
it should not, when all
i ever cared about and
wanted was to love you,
and be whoever you need
me to be, naming the
nameless passion, it has
transformed and shaped itself
into something stronger than
what my will and logic knows
and so what if the havoc
looms tirelessly above us?
we are still holding each other.
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