the wounds of my heart
sustain you
do not think them
other than
self inflicted
you are not the predator my dear
rather the dependent –
without me
who would you be
the wounds of my heart
sustain you
do not think them
other than
self inflicted
you are not the predator my dear
rather the dependent –
without me
who would you be
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