bless me some honesty in feelings,

Even less love would serve as best remedy,

I don’t look for wandering gift of skin,

As i just lust for your heart, and your sincere glamor

Even if you don’t afford that,

Better i feel nostalgic and healthy loneliness in my leaking home,

I don’t like hopeless rain to gift me fake condolences,

I want real blood, circulating from virtuous throbs, and offering transparent feelings without rumors

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