Her rejection cuts deeper than the surgeon's blade.
The swelling heart heals long before the injured soul.
The hidden scars much deeper in offense than those in the public sight.
Her unwillingness to understand the damage she has bestowed renders it both addictive and bitter sweet.
Quickly she ripens into a stranger's form, thus her rejection complete.
A noble guise indeed, but never shielded to my gaze.
My strength diminishing her manus cleaned she progresses beyond my clutch.
-Johnny V.
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