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You wear your loves 
like Heidelberg scars, 
proud marks on your soul 
inflicted in spars. 
 
Thrust and parry, 
parry and thrust, 
there is no winning, 
just losing and lust. 
 
You dole out your slashes, 
but in what you take pride 
are those invisible marks 
from the wounds you can’t hide. 
 
You can’t lose at this game 
with those scars your ideal, 
they’re held in your heart, 
you don’t want them to heal. 
 
Now you want me to love you 
and add to your lesions, 
though to me love’s forever, 
there are no more reasons. 
 
So why will I enter 
into this dance? 
Do I too want my scar 
from romance?

Heidelberg Scars