Title: To love
By: Jane
Started: January 2, 2007
Finished: January 17, 2007
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More beautiful than the sky, more brilliant than the sun, more precious than the most prized gems. The ultimate prize.
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Bite on the cheek; touch the finger tips, holds on to the wrist.
Take out his eyes. Don't look at them, see only me.
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Cut out the feet, don't let him go, can't let him go.
The left one first than the right.
Sip on his blood, the same color as his eyes. His brilliant eyes.
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He doesn't cry, he no longer cry, he never cries. He cries for them.
Make him stop. Make him silent. Don't cry for them, don't cry, don't cry at all.
Make him silent, make him silent, cut out his tongue.
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He thinks of them, he always does, he always will.
Louder than his voice, more than when he speak, more than when he shout.
He thinks at night, he thinks at day.
He thinks all days.
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His thought is hot, his thought is cold.
It burns his cheek but his fingers froze.
Lick them, bite them, kiss them, warms them with hot breaths.
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Hold him close, hold him tight.
Hold him till his breath slow.
Hold him till his thought subsides.
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Because,
To Love:
I love you to death.