Love, you have painted your fingernails red. And I excavated the marrow from my bones. Now, my heart has an open wound to vanquish. To crawl back to its subterranean grave
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Beautiful imagery of words shaking off the hurt like dust and flying high in sky with turtle doves. Beautiful poem. Loved reading it.