I am your cum stainedpanties; the hicky
you try to cover
on your way to church,
and you are the virtue
I lost twenty-five
or thirty women ago.
If you let me hold you
I will steal the light
from your eyes
and take you to the place
where I lost all hope.
Lay down next to me
and I will tell you lies
until you no longer know
what the truth sounds like,
until the mirror has no face
and my eyes can't
conceal the inevitable end.
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1 comment:
Damn! Good to see you posting again. You can still throw hammers! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Even yourself.
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