Poppy

Headweak love

you were headweak.

That was mine to give

usually, no one gets away

not before I reshape will.

Escape isn't your victory my beloved one

Scared you still

so am I. A little bit, I swear

never again shall I tolerate depature. Not alive...

Notable August 2015. Many clouds and a shallow memory you stay.

Coquelicot fields, tell my story now

you might remember, they grow wild from time to time.

"and breathe no more, my lacrymosa love

you'll meet me again with or without will

after dark, before dawn, I shall haunt you...still"

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