Our Love - Poem by Christopher Cariad
This razor blade
that pierces your skin.
touching you deeper than anyone has ever touched you.
Blood trickles down,
leaving that deep impression on your arm.
I want our love to be that close.
To be that severe.
To be that everlasting.
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