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When I close my eyes,

I see the pieces of my soul,

Flying around scattered,

Until one landed on your shoulder.

It blossomed into a beautiful magnolia,

With beautiful Egyptian petals.

I then so vaguely remember you,

Unable to fathom my deliciousness.

Until I taste your sweet honey, 

I become loathsome in your beauty.

So deliberately hateful of myself.

And I sit upon my bosom,

One last time.