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My name is Eva and I am supposed to kill myself.
But actually I am supposed to be killed by myself.
Or even better: I am supposed to be killed by the acquisitiveness of myself.
One could say I am to blame to be supposed to be killed by the acquisitiveness of my and self.
My life was young and rather simple.
So was I.
I walked about without
awareness of the darken time around.

One day, I walked about as if there were no morrow anymore, I heard a simple and assertive twitter.

My heart started skimming as a stone might swim.
The ambience became quite convenient.
I followed the nice twitter in order to trim
the life I had. Specified the life I could not conversate
to.

The bird sung nice songs that I liked,
even If i did not understand what he might
say to me and to the rest of the world.
I just fell in love without a condition or doubt.

I tried to capture the bird as he should
spend his whole time just with me.
I did not ask if he could,
he was not supposed to be free!

But the bird was quite obstinate
and did hardly want to date.
He tried to fly were everybody could see
but nobody was told except me.

Even if his attention slipped
and I felt alone, his twitter reminds me still
of a rich and full filling life.

My dreams become true.
We are alone - forever.
Nobody can tear us apart.
Nobody can distract his attention.
Nobody can deny our love.
We are married.
We are husband and wife.
We are dead.