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the post-mortem will say: sudden cardiac arrest (medicine cannot quantify death by a broken heart). i thought it was sweet, the arrhythmia you gave me (at least the butterflies dissolved harmlessly in acid). you knew me, invasively, a mortician's secret autopsy (you counting my scars, ribs, was it more habit than desire?) curiosity is what killed me; mine and yours, ill-matched (i would have preferred cruelty to your cool detachment). the post-mortem has found: i died of natural causes (which makes you, my heart- breaker, a force of nature)
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
tua culpa universa
the post-mortem will say: sudden cardiac arrest (medicine cannot quantify death by a broken heart). i thought it was sweet, the arrhythmia you gave me (at least the butterflies dissolved harmlessly in acid). you knew me, invasively, a mortician's secret autopsy (you counting my scars, ribs, was it more habit than desire?) curiosity is what killed me; mine and yours, ill-matched (i would have preferred cruelty to your cool detachment). the post-mortem has found: i died of natural causes (which makes you, my heart- breaker, a force of nature)
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
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