There is a man I love. He dwells in my bones. His leaves are in my hair. His roots are in my toes. My unescapable shadow. Wherever I go, he goes. His kisses taint my wind. Wherever I blow, he blows. To break free, I’d spite my face, cutting off my nose. But even then, I’m senseless. Still in love, I suppose. So, I carry him with me. Like a secret untold. Until the day I am released. The day I part with my soul.
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