Shall
Shall I write of you?
You...
In all your bruises,
Your aches,
Your flaws.
Shall I speak of you?
You...
Who have been haunted,
Who have been scorned,
Have been stoned.
Shall I gaze upon you?
You...
With your eyes so hollow,
Your lips so lifeless,
And skin so pale.
Shall I be damned?
Shall I...
To embrace you still,
And whisper sweetly,
"I love you so..."
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