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I am Gomer*
Lying in my darkness
And you beside me,
My heart again, cold to you
I’ve turned you away
With my unfaithfulness
Like a piece of glass
In your heart
Or a bad wine,
I am sour on your tongue,
Bitter tears,
My heart breaks and
Still, I turn you away
My body my weapon dark,
Used over, over, over,
Stabbing, stabbing,
Merciless, I hear your breathing
See your chest rise, you in peace,
And wonder
Why am I here?
Why are you here?
Why do you
Still love me?
Why do you still love me?
I cry.
*The wayward wife of Hosea; see Hosea 1–3.
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