When you stop smiling,
I bleed,
When you don't let the breeze touch your hair, amazing,
I bleed.
I do lose blood when my eyes starve for days,
Being unable to see the beauty of yours,
The words on loveliness fail consoling me that Marvell says,
What can I do? You are my end, you are my source.
Not all blood should be necessarily red,
When I bleed it feels like I'm implicitly dead!
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