Overwhelming Adoration
Etch.
Engrave an epitaph
of lovers lost.
Drown.
Engulf me in
lies of seasons past.
Squeeze.
Constrict my poor
hearts stuttering breath.
Kill.
End me with
dear hands humane death.
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