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All ties, torn and broken I carry my heart in a jar
I search for you, eyes downcast, I follow your scent from afar.
I told you I would do it, rip my heart out for you in a beat
I have cleaned it and pickled it and it is now ready for you to eat.
The wind blows through the forest ice cold it comes from the north.
I no longer feel it’s icy chill as half naked on my quest for you I set forth.
Life’s blood dripping from my wound, my eyes hold a dead glassy stare
My body aches for you my my soul screams out in pain,my hopes go nowhere.
The tiny, tight pleats on my dress reflect the meanness of your being
My bared breast a reminder of my love and nurturing
Free, unfettered there for you to suckle from, and…