When I die,
I have asked the scientists
to extract my
worm-ridden heart
and plant it in your garden
in front of your kitchen window,
So that we can get to know
eachother better.
Maybe I will finally have more to say
and will chat with you on the
breeze.
You won't be able to ask any favors
from me.
And I won't have to think up any
too quick excuses.
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