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your heart is sewn to mine, and like a parasite is leaving mine to dust. The seam ripper is in my hands but I am too weak to tear them apart. As you drain the life from my flesh I solemnly wait. I am unsure what I am waiting for, perhaps a day which I have strength again, or a new promise in love. Until then, I wait.

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