You sold yourself to the parlours of green ―
What can I do ―
Once there when the flowers wilt
And fall inodorous ― before taken home
Or adjusted on a porcelain ―You wanted to lie yourself ― I didn't stop ―
You plucked me ― I was encumbered
In captivity ―
Once by earth and then ― by fate.
But you decided to lie yourself ―When our corporeal bodies met
A day ― and continued
Ignoble ―
We grew to revere each other ―
Till dearth became immortality;
Till you dissevered my macabre spirit
To make us one.
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