drive a stake
to my heart
and see,
my wound gush out
a stream of
bruised blood;
but, stay --
let it bleed,
till the black
and blue flow
asphyxiates a crimson
to paint your town;
'tis the only way
you'd live.
'tis the only way
i love.
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