Bitten Bosom
The closest arm strikes;
It injures with desolation
Instead of solacing:
Broken consolation.
The treasured lip bites;
It tears to desecration
Instead of kissing:
Shattered affection.
The chosen heart burns;
It sears to extermination
Instead of embracing:
Loveless affectation.
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