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Spiral

Come
Let us slice into each other
With fine surgical precision

You slash me here
I slash you there
And then
When the storm is done
I will patch you up
And you tuck me up
You bring the bucket
I the mop the blood
And together we will cleanse
Our ancient hurts
Our guilts
And our fears 
Until we start again

And over a cup of coffee
You tell me 
My dear
Just how much you love me
And I shall tell you
Just how much
I love you.

Comments

  1. This one rips at the heart! You are spot on. It is so sad what we are capable of doing to each other. Our attempts to repair the damage with iterations of love can sometimes not be enough. Though I do have hope they can with new beginnings!

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