Love and some such troubles
cling like vines to us, my dear.
I hide beneath the rubble
a weakened seedling growing here
the fight, the constant struggle
is this the dénouement of fear?
I loved you more
amid the blood and gore
We fought together
lovers arm in arm
Toreador
I never saw us
for what we were
or what we had
Adversaries with knowledge
of how to hurt with the most efficient hand
I struck out first
but my wound fared worst
We fought together
lovers arm in arm
Toreador
I loved you more
Toreador
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