I never considered the complexions of love

to adulate primitive union of the dissimiliar

a bridged gap, once benevolent and built to withstand

now just ruins abused by invasive jungle

how long must I sacrifice to this

often I reflect on the blood lost

when, if ever, is it sufficient

do these old worlds ever decay

swallowed up by the tide

its a bitter memory to swallow

i never thought I´d die

from cutting the cancer out

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