The dart, of obsidian/where I secretly bled, calling
Into darkness for a further loan/of time.
I plucked the arrow from my heart/and heard the sound
Of trumpets call from cities far.
She put a bullet in my head,
The scarlet blood that stained my bed
Conjoined in rivulets and, rushing, spread.
She put an arrow in my heart/and tore it out
I didn't even start.
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