Told her he saw me
when I died,
like a goddess,
hair spilling over
When I died
my shoulders, blood,
hair spilling over,
a natural rouge
My shoulders, blood,
cheeks. My hands
a natural rouge,
still warm, pulsating
Cheeks. My hands
pale skin. A broken man
still warm, pulsating
with beautiful lies.
Pale skin. A broken man
like a goddess
with beautiful lies
told her he saw me.
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