I once met a girl
Whose lungs were weak like bible paper
However, her heart was strong
Because it was kept safe by the soldier with one leg.
This soldier's name was Augustus
His beloved grenade was Hazel.
They both had a friend who's eyes were made of glass...
Whose heart was warm as fire.
One day, Augustus lit up...
Like a non metaphorical cigarette.
From one moment to another
The victim of the explosion became the grenade...
Nothing else could be done
But writing elegies and training funerals...
'Cause in the end funerals are for the living, right?
He disappeared...Hazel was sad, yet in peace...
They had their little infinity.
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