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Grieve
It was an accident, I said
My dead heart.
My peach heart.
This has run its course
I despise the love you claim to have for me
I want no more of it
And whatever shelf you place me on, I
Only hope it is beyond your long reach
Forget me as I am now, remember what I once was
You are hurtful
You rip and destroy
Scientist.
Hawk.
Familiar ghost.
Do not pretend to love me any longer
