she licked my corpse clean

whe she came upon it

then carried it far

and left it between

mountaintops and the

snow tumbled down

from those tops

and covered me up

i did not melt

a single flake

as it covered meup

she was happiest

that i'd stopped

counting on her

i always had a backup

for the backup to

my backup plan

now no saint will make

my heart beat again

on holy days my

eyelids will not

twitch or flutter

i died naked

and one day

the ice will melt

and a river will flow

and i'll be carried

out to sea

taken

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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