The second stage of love
O the cruel nights
the razing days and
the grinding machine of my bones
My friend once told me
The second stage of love
The time of repulsions
and feeble knots waiting to get torn
Or is this not a bit of love
But a mirage of my lonely self
Unlovable and stone hard
Steel and rock bottom
My love is here but
where is hers, or was it never
The cruel and ugly love
the second stage
Call it no love or second stage
The fire burns the skin same
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