When your mother died, I sent you a brace of dead twigs.
When your dog died, I sent you a dozen dried roses.
When your hamster died, I sent you a wreath of bones.
But when you died, my love, I sent you my heart,
Pinned to a checkerboard by a thousand cupid wings.
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