Pieces
C
Crimson Love
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We proceeded into forever,
slowly consuming each-other;
a heart for a heart,
one whole,
the other...significantly less.
I have nothing to give her but pieces....
a heart to sharp to hold.
yet she takes it.
She holds it within parted fingers,
and open palms.
The last and final bits I've given.
I am gone.
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