I reach to my books for a good time,
To play a game of heroes with strength
We would never know. It was sublime
Until memories were released at length.
A book about the machine god, the one
You bought for me. You never did get to
See it. It looked at me from the shelf, fun
Reminder of what I miss. I’d take you in lieu.
Bookmark in another from the museum
When we saw the Egyptian queen. The back
Had a discount for a diamond ring. Then
We were thinking of it, but now we lack.
As if one break up wasn’t enough, we go through another.
You on another man’s arm, me in a pillow, tears do I smother.
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I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.