Purged
Her love was in flowing in my veins,
Like opium pumping adrenaline.
My heart repulsed her,
Yet my head kept her.
Like a cow in the herd,
She has become bitter herbs
That need to be spewed out
For my normality to return.
I have taken a stand together with my
heart.
But the reins of my heart are stronger
than my blood.
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