When the man says it's time to leave

I premeditate abrupt decline

My impulse gathers like limp flowers in the curious clutch of a young girl

Derelict dome which powders my thoughts

Time ticks off beat with my pulse

I did not want the shrapnel

to shred through those who share my blood

But if you could see inside my mind

you would see me out

Do not let me wilt 

He is waiting at the door

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