Under Construction

 
 
 
Always a line around the corner looking to get

dealers of something for nothing  
 
purveyors of happy ever after
painting pretty pictures on a rotting corpus
 
who'll cum and go on a life
 
flies and lies their only gifts
 
duct taped hole in a seeping chest
bubble gum and bailing wire bandages
 
blind reckoning of an
acid soaked heart
 
 
nothing for everything
 
 
scrapped Soul?
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Always a line around the corner hoping to find