Decapitations over the left extremity never go extreme
Puss sizzles on gauze while blood splatters tight under
All these we can bear but then when she asked us:
What’s the point of living when you can’t feel alive?
It brought the transient silence to decadence of tears
Never thought such question is Luz’s looming farewell.
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