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Lady lazarus kissed me on the forehead Never again will I cry because She stole my heart and embroidered It with diamonds and emeralds Who will i be when I learn to fly? It shines in a plexiglass case; tourists Look at my genes but don’t get too Close or the guards won’t flee My lady sends her best regards Who will I be when I become a million pixels? She brushed me by and Breathed unto my placebo chest “Pretty girls don’t clot” She said “and neither will you” Who will I be when I reach the top layer of the sea? I’ll never be real but Neither will she as she strokes My hair, hailing dull crimson Who will I be when lady lazarus leaves me? My lady is dead and I’m burning blue