Slain
By your zirconium smile,
I was slain by your olivine eyes.
Slain,
I was lying in piles,
Hoping shovels would cast me in.
Furnaces burn everlasting.
Black tattoos of you onto me.
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If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
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