I could dip my pen
Into the chambers of your heart
Like an inkwell and paint
Your mystery but the letters
Would turn phosphorescent
And blind us both
These neon warnings
That I recklessly ignore,
Light you up like a back alley
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I taste the streets in your kiss
This cotton candy addiction
Scarlet impressions on your collar
I scrub away with chewed up nails
Watching the clock’s betrayl
As it draws in another hour
Of seething loneliness
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I wear your essence
Across my impoverished body
Like a snakeskin tattoo
If only I could peel away
This bitter rind and reclaim
The vulnerable flesh beneath
If only I could be cleansed
The venom of your shadow culture
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This is not a true story, so no worries