my heroine
i want to squeeze yr brittle bones until you leak black tar
and toss up our calloused tongues in a wicked waltz
my slender sleek seductress, black eyed ice queen,
you're the weary storm my heart needs,
leave me empty, once again,
only to crawl back in, four years later
and so it seems even the broken lips of a beat man can enjoy giddy teenage giggles at all hours of the night
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