lying bastard


thanks again for feeding a child grown
with your acid samples
and gold-flakes.

good-to-know there's time after all
in the day.

and good-for-you to spare a pocket watch
captain of booze,
hands nearly clasping-
thin air.

Yes, haven't we met before?
was it forgotten at your door
a promise turned rape.

Oh by the way do you remember my face
in a black velvet glass

my scares are tender
by your
vicious tongue.

don't call me anymore.



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