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I released your love-
No, in the request, no pride,
Only
The last shelter broke.
Your name, your shadow,
That word
Today I caught fire in that word.
Love is not,
It was a toxic habit-
Which I used to swallow every day
Like killing yourself.
In your eyes was a dream,
I had a punishment in my eyes.
Today I am the punishment
I tear my hand.
I released –
Not to love you,
Yourself,
From your lov