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Jun 24
Drag your dagger upon my numb, blinded heart;
And let me kiss you—never to be apart.
That way of thy embrace,
one that makes my heart skip a pace:
it presses onto my scar,
all which only you caused so far.
O, how it harmonizes the pain and comfort.
I know not,
If thy love comes along with a dove,
Or a strike of an iron club.
Still, let me kiss you for it—
For I know not the feeling—
that odd concept of loving.
Written by
Dux Arthas De Leon  17/M
(17/M)   
32
   Pax
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