I didn’t get addicted to you as one gets accustomed to a drug,




I loved you at once

when you shed your demons upon me,

when you showed me your disfigured face,

I loved you when you loved me the least,

because it was then that I recognized you.

How could I not redeem you

when you bled your sins out on my hands?

I wrenched my heart out and grafted yours.


But now that I made restitution,

two pulses beat in you, while I linger on none.


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