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take me, Lover
into dawn,
beyond the grasp
of empty souls
who live to feed
upon my breaking light

breathe me, Lover
into dreams
where you and i
can touch again
the essence
of our onesoul

strip me, Lover
of a past-skin
bruised and marked
by treachery
and fresh drawn blood,
the pain of s e p a r a t i o n

touch me, Lover
where it hurts
and heals
in an aching
supernova of exposure

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