Dead:
her smile annihilates me;
..this is not the girl..
instead,
the whites of her eyes glint..
the blindness of love:
She loves me,
She loves me not!
Dandelions.
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Foolishness, this test of love..
I know nothing of your heart,
I know nothing of:
Beauty..
Not... when it cuts,
a scion of truth and foolishness,
the blue-blood
of the unstricken vein;
Do you even bleed?
I need a whisper..
the quiet trickle,
of selfless-giving..
that which whistles;
breathes!
(as the wind, through thistle)
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The bristle of wheat,
your lips the harvest..
of the dead, my dearest.
Kill me with your smile,
for I am already:
Dead
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