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The Shooting Of A Beloved’s Killing

An art of Love; showing one’s lover posing for another art on a wall, as if performing the bombardment of a sailing ship.

Poem (Homicide):


Heaven, living far above the dead

Would come to separate what Your soul is

From an overflowing bleed of my dying heart

Sinking deep within an eternal abyss

As I alone fall into hands of darkening beings

Asking where is the light when I love one?

Will my bones hold onto factures before grave?

Should I be commitment to end the last of me?

Or may I choose once more to be a sailing ship?

Which You thought fun, downing me with headshot

Burning, even when the waters willing to help

Your laughter at my demise, is a medicine I need.


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