Flutter by – Bombay, November 2002

There is no we

when there is only me.

 

Your name is permanent upon my breast.

Next month I put it to the test.

 

Next month I bleed myself a tattoo

So we can always remember you.

 

It’s going to be a butterfly.

Now I am going to live and let you die.

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