Confession Etiquette
Withered from the moments in the sun,
left some holy grains in the earth to create a little fun.
Burnt up the moments,
smoked down the puns.
Spent every minute catering to the opponent,
my only one.
Now I'm glittervibe with zombie eyes and stir fried aphrodisiac,
combat the repetition of gaining then losing the things you lack.
Packed tight,
stuck up,
squinted eyes,
hands tucked,
away in that pocket full of gossip that she once mistook for yours but in reality she's the one wearing those colored drawers.
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Forged a pollen locket for the knowledge.
Seeing how many hands were upon it,
desire burning the eye socket,
fought the desire to fucking rob it,
take the golden emblem for yourself, don't stop it.
Let it consume,
control,
relapse,
enfold,
ensnare you into the coffin that that tends to scare you,
the bed you made to dare to,
lay down and for once, be there too.
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