it hurts to do it more
than have it done
catch you with a hook
then they turn
and kill you with a look
be gone without a trace
in the silent
nights we wait and pace
hearts all half awake
throughout
eery unfamiliar ache
what? again tell us love?
what they
did is undreamed of
it will all end, all trust
never again
love, you unjust
knife thrust...
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