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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
4:15 PM, Tuesday, February 14, 2006
A Valentine poem
With heart made of fennel,
As heavy as an animal carcass
I had wished that you were mine.
In a monsoon of dead butterflies
I asked you to be my Valentine.
Like twin roses under the bell jar,
We exist in the blissful solitude
Of fleeting beauty, like the summer rains.
While we watch the world together
Behind the rose tinted panes.
I will love you till the end.
Holding your papery hand in mine
As the tears of pain and sorrow gush,
As I watch your teeth rot away,
And our brains decay to mush.
And then, when we are emaciated,
Let our hearts not grow heavy by thoughts
Of parting, or times when we have sinned
But, allow our emotions, like petals, fall
And be blown away in the wind.
With heart made of fennel,
As heavy as an animal carcass
I had wished that you were mine.
In a monsoon of dead butterflies
I asked you to be my Valentine.
Like twin roses under the bell jar,
We exist in the blissful solitude
Of fleeting beauty, like the summer rains.
While we watch the world together
Behind the rose tinted panes.
I will love you till the end.
Holding your papery hand in mine
As the tears of pain and sorrow gush,
As I watch your teeth rot away,
And our brains decay to mush.
And then, when we are emaciated,
Let our hearts not grow heavy by thoughts
Of parting, or times when we have sinned
But, allow our emotions, like petals, fall
And be blown away in the wind.
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