Tina's eyes are clear chrysolite. How can we not notice her. Now they only stare at her burns. Her small voice so full of honesty. Take care of my loves. I can't hold on. Keep me alive while I die. They can't not notice her sickness. Like their own dung sprayed with perfume. They try not to hear her speaking. But they can't hear anything else. Take care of my loves. I can't hold on. Keep me alive while I die. I missed my chance. Send one more. I'm not wasting this. I missed my chance. Send one more chance. I'm not wasting this one more chance