***

My wounds
spell
your name;
it aches
since long ago;
unhealing
on its own,
while you keep
breathing on it.

I stop wishing
since long ago
of you minding
how much
of you
deforms me.

I stop wishing
since long ago
of you knowing
how much
of you
kills me.

I stop,
not too long ago,
of minding this,
of knowing this,
and wishing
you'll forgive me
for a sin
I do not know of.

But

My wounds
spell your name
distinctly
And I forgive you
as you breathe new wounds
to kill and deform me.

I forgive you
as I stop looking up
to you.

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