Mauerblümchen

Sullen

Am I

Is that not what draws you

Brooding

Yes

What sort of brood
Would we breed

It is the way of things
Deny it not

Our sole drive
Is procreation

So

Sullen
Moody
Quiet

At least when I smile

You know it for truth

Even if it is your demise
At which this jaw line creases

Such dourness
Such ennui filled eyes

Yes

They know love
The pure
Bestial terror
Of another’s affection

So sullen

Indeed

Would you love were I not

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