If Hyacinthus Lived

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Apollo's tears have nothing

What I would give

To see you again

For you to see me as I am


I doubt myself like a fool

We are too alike

Too damaged

I am impossible to love


But a cursed fool am I

To prize you above all

You are too dear to lose

I shall find you again


Be it days, months, or years

We'll meet again

One last bus ride

Like the dumba****s we are.

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