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The other night my baby said,
"If one day you go crazy in the head,
taking my life,
it would've been worthwhile
to say I was once your wife."
Even if our love's shade grows faded,
& we, bitter, old, or jaded,
must know fits of bold justice,
as our love will balance beautiful as such:
superlative eternal, simply put: just too much.
We took the dive, deciding to risk dying nightly
in our dire dirty state of inputting soot to our veins,
a desirous drive on the cliffside ledge,
leaning off the edge of a razor.
We weakened emblazoned ragers
who waged wars against this world
while naked, fighting out the womb.
We who took to explosive bombs blooming
& our two hearts till entombed, went ticking in time.
I breathe in her lungs. She breathes back into mine.
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Yeah. This one.
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