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You are the place
where my faith dies.
You are that
unforeseen bend on the road
the edge of the cliff
the end of the world
after a fast and reckless drive
with the top down
on the yellow Corvette
of my passionate impetuousness
with the top down
the ominous winds
of uninhibited audacity
raking the scalp of my heart.
I crashed into you
I fell into you
and my heart died at impact
there’s no reviving it
not in a thousand days
even with a million shots
of romance
administered by such nurses
as Casanova
or Don Juan.

Here lies my heart
that loved too much
for the last time.