LXII

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Do me a final favor
and take my love with you
when you go 

     (pry it from my chest
God knows you have already
     done enough damage) 

and save me from
this heartbreak

     (it is as if my bones
have an obelus
     carved into them)

Do me a final favor
an take back your poisonous words

     (I can feel the toxin
flowing through the cracks
     of my soul
and no amount of gold or diamonds
     can replace the blackness
in my veins)

Do me a final favor
and pull out the glass shards
embedded into my flesh

     (the damage
you have caused
     is slowly killing me 
from the inside) 

Do me a final favor
and turn around
when you walk away
so you can memorize me
one last time

     (you will forever
have a piece of me
     entombed
into the fissures 
     of your skin)

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