I want flowers to grow in my hollow eyes.
Only you may dance where my body lies.
I’m so close to you – just two meters deep,
dig me up, I’m still yours to keep.
I’m a rotting sack beneath layers of ground,
hardly whole anymore, with decay all around.
But carved in my heart, forever to dwell,
The letters still burning – “M. L.”
November 7, 2025
M. L
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