YOU bent me, my love,
your blades penetrated
my heart, my soul, my eyes,
leaving me with nightmares
even in the day.
YOU bent me, my love,
like a leave dropping to
the ground, you catch me,
then slam me back down.
LIKE a fossil, this love
is dead,
LIKE laughter, its got to
end.
YOU bent me, my love, still
there is hope, and a hint
of love in the air.

DAVID GERARDINO

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