I don’t know if I should laugh or cry at the irony:
a few days ago I wrote about how I was over you,
and now I hear from the gentle breeze
that you’re suddenly within my reach.
Be still my beating heart.
I’m really glad that you’re happy
(with her)
Just don’t forget me
(please)
Be still my beating heart.
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With your neck exposed to the light like an animal’s neck to its predator. Metaphors, dear Bonamy. Metaphors!
Or shall we see this as vampiric?