A poem

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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