so much
belonging and so forth.
my skin is now just leather -
a trophy on your floor.
in your refrigerator,
left over from last night,
my heart is an unwanted,
now perishing delight.
no longer you can hear,
no longer I can cry...
oh well, so long, my dear.
so much for being alive...
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