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is there anything else you want?
did you get it all?
are you sure you have enough blood?
will you be coming back?
are you going to give me back my heart?
my dead bleeding heart.
is your suitcase big enough?
to fit all of my dreams
my unfulfilled dreams
my unheard phrases
my unseen glances
the strange love dances
little things i did
that you took for granted
will you be leaving those?
Do you think you’ll be needing those?
not now
but someday in the corner of your room
you may remember it like Niagra Falls crashing on your skull
but know this, as you leave, it will be too late.

 Renée Pollainais