Sweetness
The air smells sweet,
So laughingly sweet.
He calls to me.
I can barely hear over the noise.
I run to him.
My legs do not leave; my head is ugly.
My glass heart clutches life.
He sees me falling away from my angel.
He holds a beautiful red rose in his hands.
My mind haunts me as my life breaks.
I reach for the naked void.
Oh how I wanted that red, red rose.
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