You were a porn-stocked neanderthal
on a single-sided see-saw, a behemoth-disbeliever
with a thousand chortling fat-heads
I would pretend that as you lost yourself in
mimicry that someday the pink clouds we called
cotton candy would make you see that
sweetness is a pre-step to free bane, but you just
turned into a pierrot standing by the window
pane playing the suicidal widow's game
You were always the romanticist














Devious Comments
Comments
Lovely.
thank you.
and thanks for the fav!
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when will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?
and love will be new--never cold and vacant.
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when will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?
and love will be new--never cold and vacant.
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