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My veins were clogged

From a broken heart;

Rejection had

Torn me apart.



But when Your skin

Was pierced,

I was cut open

By the scars of sin.



Love pours out of me

Onto the floor,

Staining the cloth

Of loneliness.



I am cleansed

From the flow

When You made my sins

As white as snow.



My skin is flushed

Because all my blood

Has rushed

To my heart.



I am drained,

Worn out from

The force,

That courses in me.



And I will

Keep bleeding

Until I will

Stop needing You.