A cool poem I wrote- my bloody bouquet

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The darkness falls as the day ends My condition worsens Coughing up the flowers he loaned me To fashion a bouquet for her Baby’s breath dyed a pale red Tears fall as spider mums sprout inside my lungs I would rather die then leave her behind I choose to perish before I forget You’re the disease I have Hours pass the moon shines no more My body just a greenhouse now How come a marvel of nature Is now a fear of man My fever’s high I peel my skin to breathe As the thorns of yesterday's roses pierce me You’re the disease I’m keeping
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