The next time you aim your
Heart at me.
Pull the trigger
There's no need to scare
What's already there.
Close your eyes
& press your lips against me
As hard as you can.
I'll digest the shell of your love
As many times as you need to reload
"I love you, " whispered
against my skin.
The cost of ammunition is constantly
Going up
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