The Twisted Binds Of Toxic Love

We fall to fall again

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It creeps,
I call it love.

Cloaked and ever poised to dart,
I call it love with all my heart.

On love’s cracked bough I swoon up high,
love splits away,
I lose the sky
and in the dirt I sit and cry
for that same love.