Poetry: Grenade

I could catch a grenade for you but, as I shred into pieces
With each parts shattered into trillions
I'll dance on the boulevards of regret
With a dress I borrowed from dismay
And tell sorrow to tell anguish that
I'll reminisce or rather, miss all the forever lost
stolen kisses
I'll dedicate my bones and tissues to your memory
For this is my salvation, for my salvation is this

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