After I exsanguinated you,
Your shell rose up and crushed my soul,
My infidelity was your cue,
To turn an embrace into a suffocating squeeze,
Leaving my bones to suffer in the merciless summer sun.
And my palms and fingers are now rotting off,
Not a game to play since the apocalypse of May,
Had I my feet to bring me to the keys,
Yet I would refrain,
Your mad rant dancing in my ears,
"I'll always be above you, I'll always be above you."
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If my bones had any marrow still left in them to give, I would surrender it all to you. So that you could heal strong and quick. But I guess these things aren't some minor fix. I'm praying to our ocean that it will envelop you and hold your body safely. Just know -- there's a bird who loves when it cannot do anything else, and you just so happen to know it very well.
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