I built a monument to my failures
using nothing
but the garbage
strewn about
the world
and the rotted wood
over our heads
When I showed it to her
she said “This
is more beautiful
than the raindrops
on my open
grave.”
Then she licked her lips
and tapped my
creation
with her delicate finger
and it toppled
on top of me
and the decay rains on me
to this very day
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