you're "deep", I don't deny
it; it's why you hurt me. you
know about scar tissue, livid
purple bruises grown tender,
scalding memories tipped
boiling into rusty hearts. it's
a sin; two deep people borne
back into shallows like whales
in a pond. no reason but
pride & prejudice. no cure.
nothing to do but flop.
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