A Small Favor (If it's Not Too Much to Ask)

April 18, 2010
Kill the flower;
Pluck the thorn of it's defense.
Cast it's heart, still beating,
From it's crimson chest.
Ruin it, pick it apart,
But for god's sake do not let me rest.

I cannot stand the love in my heart.

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