two people ask me if the blue hearts

penned into my hand are tattoos

then a boy adds a red one and

signs his name as

r

y

r

y

beside it

you've only known him for three days

and he already gave you aids

swirling toward death

but it's hard to leave

this life (this pain)

behind

i won't die trying

but our love will



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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