Eloquent betrayal with girls securing drugging lips
like adaptive lizards scuttling in the dry grass
through the harbor edges. But the delicate touch
is still delicate, the over-bearing touch is beyond
belief, and the instruments of debasement are not
effective when you know their nature.
All lines point to power,
all people dream of cheating,
and all people do is fuck themselves
because I got what I have
because I didn't want it.
And the reason why
is delicate and over-bearing,
it took a lot of courage and a lot
of love, and now we have neither
in these auspices of control named
after fanciful things; pearls, diamonds,
love's equation.
The cold grass dampens with darkened night
and the moon is hidden behind clouds like
a dagger in its hilt, no more will it illuminate
the vespers of trecherous women,
and no more will the sun beam intelligence
to the most controlling of men.
It is like I had a dream of you
and you turned into the opposite,
dear reader, it is like you were never
there.
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