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Loveless
It is like a firefly
drowned before parting afar:
You see the brilliant carcass—
you ignore
the water inside.
You see, there are no others,
no other wasted heart,
just the bite of the cold,
the gleam of the sun.
Don't you ever worry, though—
It is alright.
