Newness

Hi, my love

I whisper, I console

You are my heart

I muse, I bestow

Even if I shall not receive it, freely will I give

Father taught me love is pain, love is suffering

Love is accompanied by sinking teeth and biting claws

I will dig out the roots

The weeping vines

I will be better

I must

-LK

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