I will love you dear in this house
Of cards behind these flimsy walls
With their horrorshow veneers in
The presence of a black-mantled
Chalk-faced bereavement
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We will fall face down, bleached spines
Unbroken and I will catch you at my
Own expense, with the sum of my
Being in spite of a climate that
Suffers no integrity, no certainty
As many times as it takes
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I will lay with you on the floor,
Scattered in the shadows of a slipshod
Psychopathy and I will love you
No less on the bottom then I loved
You outstretched and I will love you
No less crumbled in the merciless
Grip of indignation then I will love you
Abiding and upright in the mutual
Symbiosis of a slack-jointed habitation
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(This was fun and honestly a bit therapeutic. I chose “House of Cards” for my cliche because there are probably 100’s of songs/poems with this title)