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some say you are hibernating.
that you have yet to bloom.
but my patience i have discovered
is not infinite.
and even the lies, illusions
i tell myself have lost their luster.
they say carbon under pressure
becomes a diamond
but you just sag.
remain inert.
ignoble gas.
i should give you credit though
you have yet to fuck up
what was never in your control
a passive recipient of quality genes
that guarantee an efficient heart
industrious kidneys, 20 20 vision
and a hardy liver.
so lover i'll keep you around
until my patience outlives you
or you make a fatal mistake
for you're worth more
dead than alive
my beautiful organ donor.

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16 Dec 18

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