quick - circumvent this festering diseaseMature

Quick - circumvent this festering disease
so commonly called love or lust or something 
in between, some mix of the two.  Put the cure
in my palm - a tiny little pill for a tiny little
miscalculation - misfiring - mistake of the heart.

Swallow it dry, let it explode in my chest
like a grenade where my heart used to be.
Do what it takes to keep us apart.

The End

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