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I have to come clean as I return to see 
your ashen corpse and dried leaves  
My survival became more important than yours 
but now I feel badly.

Humans choose to love their own selves 
More than anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems

I loved you because you would tempt me
to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you

I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we were together
We were both once green and authentic

We come from the same mother
I wish she had given you feet and legs 
Then like me, you might still be alive
She put us in a tea cup of naive cruelty

Well-meant intentions cannot sustain life.
Maybe my departure made you wish to be dead
I once wished for that too

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