Wednesday, August 27, 2008
love...ingrown
Like a grave ingrown in the flesh,
Love pierces sharply through my heart.
It grows and grows but not in place;
Its intense pain tears me apart.
However I undo with it,
Love just brings ache as if it must;
It persists to torture my poor self
Like nothing else—but an ingrown—does.
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