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Stains
Undress these secrets
Skin of porcelain
Transparent from beneath
Where what lies ahead
Sleeps until I get there
With kisses of fortune
Underfoot feelings fragmented
Stained with blood of memory
Stained from her adventures
Barefoot in the mud of queens
I feel sorry for only myself
The only person I've killed for
Selfish prick, like the prick
Of the needle she hides inside
Morphine drips as sweat
You take what you get
From a friend of a friend of a friend
On whom else would you depend?
Skin of porcelain
Transparent from beneath
Where what lies ahead
Sleeps until I get there
With kisses of fortune
Underfoot feelings fragmented
Stained with blood of memory
Stained from her adventures
Barefoot in the mud of queens
I feel sorry for only myself
The only person I've killed for
Selfish prick, like the prick
Of the needle she hides inside
Morphine drips as sweat
You take what you get
From a friend of a friend of a friend
On whom else would you depend?
Published 31st Mar 2017
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31st Mar 2017 9:36am
31st Mar 2017 10:03am
Thank you 2b. Very nice of you to stop by:) I appreciate you doing so. ~anonshadow😏
31st Mar 2017 12:53pm
1st Apr 2017 6:24am
31st Mar 2017 1:19pm
1st Apr 2017 6:32am
Glad you thought so, Tim. Honored you stopped by for a read! ~anonshadow😏
