Is to wrap myself in
Barbed wire
And stand so still
I am barely breathing
To be loved by you
Is to be thrown into a pond
Only to realise
It is not a pond
But the raging ocean
To lose you
Is to have each strand of hair
On my body
Plucked off with tweezers
One by one
To leave you
Is to pull the trigger
Not knowing
Which chamber is
Loaded
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