In the years that separate, in the tongues that divide and conquer, in the love that was a language in itself, you never spoke, never regret. Even th… - Lorna Dee Cervantes

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In the years that separate,
in the tongues that divide
and conquer, in the love
that was a language
in itself, you never spoke,
never regret. Even
that last morning
I saw you with blood
in your eyes, blood
on your mouth, the blood
pushing out of you
in purple blossoms.