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Good

Good for nothings come sweetly,
Packaged nicely -
Usually with depression -
And suicidal ideations -
Distorted thinking...
(in truth, they're gold)

He stumbled upon me while
I was sparking words,
Unwrapped me carefully.
Wistfully
Meeting in the air,
Light from the earth,
Barefoot dancing on beaches
Reveling in the dirty, and fires
Of drift
wood...

he ripped me open
Took a pocket knife to slash,
See me bleed word after word,
Got me wet.
Meeting in dark alleys -
Clandestine, earthy,
Rain from clouds and women's
Eyes
Bare in a dingy space
Or opulent hotel room
Covered in filthy, plagued
By fires
Of cigarette
Ends...

better by scums,
playing princess for scums,
and not some
harlot
to some noble
-
to dip
a pen in
my ink to drip
blathers
later.

He plays with me
he plays me
He fucks me
he fucks me
Cums for me
gets off
Says goodbye.
gets out.

Got an erection?
Good for you.

:)

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