chastised and abraded
so windswept and faded
she wore the aspect of
chalk skin and listing out drifting alone
step right out
you long for a bar with a quiet room but
front porch lights
that brighten the folds in your eyes
Breathing her way through business transactions
she wound up instead
think carefully before you say a word please make sure
Wholesale notoriety
Bar code your anxiety
State your fatal doom in a
Couldn't buy a break, wasn't gonna try
Never went away and
in for a dime, out for a dollar
back in for
something dark is racing in my head i want to
it was a triple bill of shame degradation and scorn
you are like a child, with your folded-arm denials
and a
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