You look into my eyes
as if you're staring into
the intestines of Hell
Such
pity
I could bury flower seeds in your pores
and the sprouts would rot
in the beauty of the
soil
The day you finally touched me
you pushed me away
with the force
of a Boeing 757
It was the greatest day
of my life
It was
the end of the world
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