Your porcupine heart
My heroin needs
Nothing changes
If you stay or leave
Hands like swords
Daggers in me
Touch me
My skin bleeds
Your porcupine heart
My heroin needs
Nothing changes
If you stay or leave
Hands like swords
Daggers in me
Touch me
My skin bleeds
Steaming, hot
Inside the pot,
the bubbles whirl
And swirl
As the artichoke
Chokes in water
Leaves soften and yield
Peeling, revealing
The hidden heart
I fall apart
Like the artichoke flower
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