Known To My Heart
from that time she fell off
the hills of my longing heart
she became a stranger
my senses remember her not
but the heart stuck to her image
a nightmare all day, all night
I try to chase her from there
first she became tears to shade
then blood of sorrow to let
this she of shes is a dear witch
a cannibal with a tent in my heart
seeping every life that lives in it
known to my aching heart
she sleeps there undisturbed
what razor can I use to cut off?
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