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i am not going to write
about love again
i'm done with the cliché
with the pain it brings
with the way it screws
up my face in the middle
of the night when i know
i'm alone with myself
running the opposite way
i'm done with everything
that could open me to
another episode of facing
the truth of fingers
tracing skin, eyes piercing
souls, whispers softening
tears that fall at the drop
of a pin on a floor that
has seen me collapse too many