My love purged me
Of things not her,
But not me either.
No idea inside
Was left over,
And so I came
Hollow.
When she did so,
But not said,
Then doing so
Did fill me,
And I instead was.
She instilled in me her,
And at no cost.
Clearly full
Of us,
Not both.
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