Love me break me
Don't mistake
Me
As the salt
Deep in your
Wound
The song you
Sing
When we
Are melancholy
The anthem
To your old man's
Heard
A rugged scrub
Of pain collected
Give me a jar
For the mud
On your face
I know those
Emotions
They wander homeless
Yet let me rip
Out the bullet
Between twin teeth
Bleed in my arms
Let me love you
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