Pick it up.
Lose it not.
Caring, not wrapped in a tissue.
Throw it not down the sewer.
Sew it up and fix it.
Going down inept response.

Lose not his head.
For he's not dead.
Wanting nothing.
Needing none.
Once trapped in web already spun.
As a discarded tissue forgiven.
She'll miss you.
But he's already gone.
Don't cry ask not why.
She just cares.
The girl with the Auburn Hair!
By ladylivvi1

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