This lesson I've learned..
I've learned it the hard way.

They insult the widow like she can't hear them.
They've dropped you, and folded, and refused you.

But I'll come back for you, love.
I won't forget you, love.

I'll be your brightest green when you turn grey.
At least somebody, will be there.

The warmth was threatening to disappear.
But it always comes back again.

Don't die on me now, love.
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I'll be your martyr, and you can throw me to the ocean.
The tide could swallow me whole, these days.

Come on, darling.
These crows have got to be covering something.

Patterns of orange dance across my inner beings. Stirrings of nausea and nostalgia.

My mind spins like a top losing speed.
I can force myself to stand still, however.
I'm still standing, ha.

I'm used to starving out instead.
It's easier than faking it.

I recreated you.

You belong to me now.

There is a toxin in me. It writhes and rises in my pit, seeping through my core and legs. Hell hath no fury, no. My head is an impenetrable device, so you attack my body. I've lost the control I never had. I can push this heat to separate places, but it all comes out the same.
I am poisoned.
Where is this coming from, again?

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I talk a lot. I never really expected you to listen.
At least, not all of the time.

I'm not easily impressed.
Good work, here.

You're gonna go far, kid.

You're reading beach rocks as braille.

You can try, but you won't get anywhere in this tide.

I've been flitting between lives all day.
I've been awake for so long, I hardly feel it anymore.

Jimmy burns on my east coast.
He's spreading further, and devouring my insides.

Soon, you won't know the difference.
Or maybe you'll start to notice.

I gotta see a new face.
I need to take a holiday.

This isn't my life.
Or maybe it is.

I lead a lot of lifetimes in mere days.
I feel like I've seen so much, they could only scratch the surface.

I keep myself safe. I've had to.
And I've done a fairly swell job, considering.

Oh darling, why did you have to go and scream like that?

I'm a walking widow, losing souls that count enough as love.
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