"love me slowly,"
she whispered,
like the love i had
for her, had limits.
like it could run out
as easily as a grain
of time.
i could tell,
by the sound of fear
in her lungs,
that she had a terrible past.
the kind that no one talks about,
the kind that remains
bottled up inside of you,
slowly and quietly,
killing everything in
your bones.
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