It was love from
one who feared
carbon monoxide.
Suffocation.
Commitment.
She liked the taste of blood on the blade.
Tattooing every obsession upon her canvas--
her page.
The tangible must be remade
It's likeness hidden,
destroyed, or rearranged.
Pure things are
what move through
grasping fingers.
What we chase
What we wish to possess
Adorable as ever.
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