Petals and Stars Make Up my Soul

My eyes glisten with raw emotion as

I

bite my dry lips

and

I

clench my weak fists

and

I

grind my sugar-teeth.

And with a horrifying scream I

stomp my feet

to the sound of your

numbered heart beats

oh Darling,

my

Brave, brave

Soldier

If only your

skin wasn’t so

pale

and your face

(your face)

so

wrinkled with

indecision

On va

mourir

mon cher, because

Death,

Death

it is

the only

sure thing

ever-

ever.

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