Slowly

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Love kills slowly.
Shrapnel from sharing an existence with you
Intruded through my paper-thin skin,
And, over time, has worked its way as though poison dart
Through sinew, and sacrum, and soul,
To rest, imbedded in the left ventricle of my heart.

See the rest in Shades of me

 

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