May we turn to stone, So full of pain,
i ache too much
cant breathe. Mayhaps a boon
Or could have been a curse inflicted
This wrapping up in your dejection
suffuses me in a sweet death

At times i pray may we end this way
May we never live to create another miserly memory
At times i wish for the life of your bitter words
to wash upon my lips and take away traces of any other kiss

At times too scared to even glance at your visage,
i peek quickly and turn red at the audacity of my eyes

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