Here is my heart raw and seasoned with sauted onions
A dowse of lawry's salt the way you like it

You chewed me up on Sunday
And left me there to heal alone

I healed
Medicated from your love

I'm cured from your bliss, not mines

Here you are again at my door
Should I let him inn?


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