Tear his skin under your fingernails, but
The ferocity of your hate
Boomerangs your shoulders into convulsions
A woman's body is a temple, wash your hands and feet,
Remove your shoes, but this was a half-drunk opportunist
Posing as a begar just to urinate on the brocade
I am no Prophetic example, I will not kill
But I cannot forgive
The heronry is open for business!
4 years ago
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and you stare back into those eyes, reliving those memories,
despite the fact that reality has surpassed it
spot on :)
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