My Last Crush

Layer the stones profusely upon me;
Organs fail and yet I say to, “Bring more.”
Vicerit me sed ubi amor est?
Ego sum.  Took the rings off my fingers

and there’s nothing left to say.  But for jest,
I know it’s something humorous, lingers.
Mark my admiration: this or this or
this...(O ni bikkuri shakkuri to!)
The clotting on my bloody cornea
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