Pierce my heart; it bleeds anyway.
Take my life; it's ashes anyway.
Blow them away.
May they collect in the air,
the powdery, charred, burnt residue
and fall down like snowflakes
into the mouths of other
hungry lovers
that only got starved
on love's affection.
Submitted: April 30, 2015
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