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Oh, they called you Light Bringer,Hailed you their morning star,How foul those words must taste now,Churn fervently, a sour mess in your throatDamnabl..
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I don't know whyyou are so very literaloh?excuse me, I exaggerate.you're consistent.I can be so explicit.I didn't sleep alone before you.Look at you,y..
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I want to outdue myself;to replace the words I stumble onwith gazes.I wish I was wiseand that you would learnmore from methen how to givea thousand ki..
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Rusty...rusty rusty
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Her slinky black dress
is sliding up
her soft thigh,
the cliché is lost
between clenched teeth
and eyelids.
The heavy sun set
in the blo..
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I am perusing politicsbut he is staring at my cadillac lipsisn't that amusinghe muses,but he's not in the moodhe's flipping a coin between his flippan..
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My life pours over youand your hands that hang like meat hooksall those small sad timeswhen I tried to say ithover above the bedposts(as if your mattr..
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I pry your pride apartI know;you are a proximity mineyou know;that doesn't matterwith the bottles ofcrystal wine still corkedand our buttons intactwe ..
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In your most arrogant hours
you spoil like sweet fruit
fed to you on a solid plate of silver
perhaps it is my fault
you live life as a serpent..
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I dilute
my days
with dimes a dozen
or dimes thrown into detached fountains
my arid wishes wasted on deaf sculpted stone
but I will,
I will feel..
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