Day 96: My Dearest Narcissus
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Though the bones of our relationship have themselves turned to dust, Your voice, penitent as ever, still rings through my ears
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Day 96: My Dearest Narcissus

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Though the bones of our relationship have themselves turned to dust,

Your voice, penitent as ever, still rings through my ears

And the echos of excuses flow from my lips.

These words only ever reflect the praise of you

and how you died for this,

But I must wonder whether you waste away,

Starved by the tale of your meatless and mythical martyrdom you so admire

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