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2.10.25

and who are you to love
when all you know
is the rot inside you?
when all you are
is rust and barbed flesh
strung on tired bones?

and who are you to love
when out of your skull
spills the festering ether
that you call your soul?
that obscene drink
the very essence of you?

and who are you to love?
and who is to love you?
and what is love to you?

love is not for you
and you are not
for love