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Lady lazarus kissed me on the forehead
Never again will I cry because
She stole my heart and embroidered
It with diamonds and emeralds
Who will i be when I learn to fly?
It shines in a plexiglass case; tourists
Look at my genes but don’t get too
Close or the guards won’t flee
My lady sends her best regards
Who will I be when I become a million pixels?
She brushed me by and
Breathed unto my placebo chest
“Pretty girls don’t clot”
She said “and neither will you”
Who will I be when I reach the top layer of the sea?
I’ll never be real but
Neither will she as she strokes
My hair, hailing dull crimson
Who will I be when lady lazarus leaves me?
My lady is dead and I’m burning blue