Poet Girl
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
staying alive
Strike three
The dirt looks
comatose
So fresh
Half the casket
Sill exposed
237 dead days
Of being on life support
Said we were worth saving
He pulled the plug on a
Sunday morning
We did not survive
Or did we?
Hearts still work broken
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