You shot someone
today,
And she looked just
like me
You heard the crack
Before I felt the
snap of myself.
You cut me to the
quick!
The granite stillness
of my limbs
The silent croaking
chill.
You used me and you
destroyed me for a muse.
I could applaud her
for her achievement
Though it ends in my bereavement
It failed its
assignment.
You heart, the cursed
thing,
It only sorrows
bring.
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