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Kiss
Old darling,
past sweetheart,
dearest no longer,
tell me what gain you
seek in trying to
lure me back into your
miasma? Is my felicity in
being free of your
poisoned tongue, oh
puppeteer of sorrow, too
much for you to bear? Does
he not provide the life
you knew you'd have? Or
do the flames that lick your
skin grow lonely? Perhaps,
in my being vague will
you come to know that I
would sooner breathe in the
kiss of twelve gauges then
fucking breathe with you.
past sweetheart,
dearest no longer,
tell me what gain you
seek in trying to
lure me back into your
miasma? Is my felicity in
being free of your
poisoned tongue, oh
puppeteer of sorrow, too
much for you to bear? Does
he not provide the life
you knew you'd have? Or
do the flames that lick your
skin grow lonely? Perhaps,
in my being vague will
you come to know that I
would sooner breathe in the
kiss of twelve gauges then
fucking breathe with you.
Published 18th Apr 2015
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