Pelt me, yes pelt me
With more sad songs of love
And losses,
Like the rain, coldly relentless.
The cool blade
Of the knife
Grazes my naked lips,
Feeling strangely like yours.
Your strength touches me,
Electrifies me, more
Than any lingering touch,
Igniting me like a torch.
Leaves me trembling for more,
But that was all before;
How could your looks be so sharp,
But your soul be so cheap?
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