chewing my stiches, bled for days
lick your gaping wound in praise.
she's very confused
sugar will only make it worse
sleep comes easily now
from my furrowed brow
it has been all along
you're just a pale imitation
too bored with abdication
to not let you pretend.
i'll be bored before
it plays itself out
I'll leave you in poor taste
like the bad taste you left in my mouth
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