It's blades,
it's hammering,
it's a head-ache from an old testament god.
It's losing,
It's lost,
it's disarranging your mind.
It's rape,
it's drugs,
it's a shock from a deflibulator.
It's being homeless,
It's love's labor lost,
It's misplacing your heart.
It's long distance love.
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