TELL ME
My
lover
Look
at my heart cells with a love microscope
Listen
to my heartbeat with your love stethoscope
Touch
my bloodstream with your mind's tensimeter
Do
not you look me in the eye
Because
only the grains of tears that decorate it
Do
not hold my hand
Because
it has been wrapped in the cold of polar ice
Nor
do you hug me
Because
my body has dried up and withered
My
lover
Look
at the Respiration Rate
Probably
no longer moving
But
do not leave
Before
you repeat
Your
first love word
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