The distance between us tears at me,
a blade drawn slow across the chest,
and still I bleed your name
as if the blood could bridge the darkness.
I dream of your body beside mine,
our wounds pressed together,
blood mingling into something holy.
A promise that we will survive the tearing.
What kills me now,
will one day bloomโ
for nothing can keep apart,
what was stitched together
before we were born
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