My Lovely - Poem by Hannah Banana
Does it hurt?
Born to the world,
Die an old man.
Yet you are still a pitiful infant on the inside.
Do you not understand?
Do you not know what is with you in this
Don't let them hurt you.
Leave it to me.
Listen to me!
Nothing can save you.
All your precious girls,
When she sings
'God, I pity the violence'
It is the art,
You imprison me here!
As I take this dagger to our hearts,
I love you
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