Premeditated Adultery

Six figures towards an evolutionary
Migraine,
Population control
Migration overload.

As Winter melts its way
Towards Summer,
These burns on my arms
Cause tears to fall,
In memories of death
And heartbreak.

Why am I so alone,
Next to you?

And why does the air
Smell like roses?

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