Intersections Of The Heart
S Stefanie Fontker
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I long ago grew tired
Of begging on my knees
For nothing but a tiny
Taste of your love.
~
Now you walk forward,
Greedy for my attention
And offer me your heart
On a platter of gold.
~
I take it in my hand,
And squeeze out every bit
Of filth that has been sleeping
In it for so many loveless years.
Bu şiiri puanla
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