I had stars in my lungs
But I burned them out with cigarettes
I had flowers growing in my soul
But you can't water them with vodka
I had butterflies in my stomach
But I forced them out with my lunch
I had a sky in my veins
But they're stormy since I cut them open
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A poem for death
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