Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
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Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

— Stevie Smith, Selected Poems
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