Slowly.. You're closing me down,
Gripping me.
Your fist is climbing down,
It's thrusting itself in.
My hands feel raw
,
My throat
a carved desire.
Yet my mind is bleeding.
Believing becomes a chore,
My sphere just shatters.
but,
Seeing you smile is my light
Hearing you laugh is my valentine song
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