My invisible fingers
strangling, scratching, hating her.
Hating her face, her
words. I kiss your cheek
until you bleed.
And your clawing hands
plotting the veins, clotting my life.
Why would I lie?
My trust, trodden on,
muddy from your footprints alone.
Ripped into a thousand
pieces, blowing
in the wind. Your evil
eyes, drinking your wine.
It's here, why, why would I
lie?















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The passionate temptation of the soul sleeps within my eyes.
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The passionate temptation of the soul sleeps within my eyes.
Lying is the suxxor.
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