Tell me you love me,
even if it's all just lies;
leave me some roses,
leave them above me,
make sure they are out of sight;
even if my eyes
yellow; book closes
on the floor, after a fall,
until I sleep; fright
leaves me paralyzed
on a mattress, pillow top,
vaguely analyzed;
even as you drop
marbles, elegantly small,
ecstatically bright.
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