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The Sweet Taste of Copper
I long to sip
Of your salted life
That matches so easily
The thread of our blanket
Let me make it better
A soft kiss, coating the lips
The scent of pennies raising
Circling the room
Your precious pain
Drawing breath
As I lathe patience
Over your escape
Let the blade fall
The sullen steel coated with the beautiful fluid
Turned liquid rust
By the hurt that stains your purity
Blessed union
I do commend
The joining of torment
And forgiveness
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