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It takes a revolution to love me.
When you first meet my eyes, i will be clad in death; drenched in the fragrance of my decaying flesh. I will be gasping through my blood for one last breath.
My life is a forfeit in light of my past. To love me, you would have to stage a coup de tat.
It takes ages to love me.
When you first find me, I will be betrothed to my captor. My heart already fallen for my bindings. I will have made a home out of my holding. My freedom will leave me a shattered clay, practically dust. To shape me whole will take tears and blood stained sweat.
It takes a war to love me.
When you first make me yours, i will already have been the enemy. Each day with my spirit is a battlefield. My kind fights everything. To give me peace, you would need a whole army
And yes, it takes a lot to love me.
It takes a scandal and to go against your pride.
It takes patience. It takes a life.
It takes grace and light.
It takes eternity to love my kind.
It takes God.
BY Colorless perception
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