Your memories are red bellied piranhas
In schools, devouring flesh from the bone
Safer than you, devouring my will from my soul
I often swim in these rivers
For they tickle and hurt
Letting the mind bleed in trickle
And no one to nurse the wounds
Not even your caress
I miss the farcical gentleness
Your finger tips bring
Once the river runs red and slush
I fish at the edge, of this chumming
Hoping to catch one random thought
Feed my self with this grizzly love
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