*coughing up tubercular rose petals*

Write me a library of love letters

Fill my vases with roses and vines

Buy me a closet of negligees

Stuff me with chocolates and fine wines

Promise me more, as you promised you would,

No invisible ink, to decay and dust,

I’ll drink fizzing drops ’til I’m sober

Knowing love isn’t red, but rust.

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