An article will ask you
to change, to become unique,
before demographic
innovation destroys you.

The five-petaled
scarlet pimpernel, waits
for you to write my
name in your heart.

Who will meet your
smile, when I am not there?

A mass hysteria
erupts, against the deity
of dirty violence.

I wanted to freeze
the lovebirds on your
lips― to sing when the
rains come.

And the trust will
follow the tears.

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