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The delicate crescendo of two calloused hands,
decorate smeared make up on innocent pillow cases.
No matter the lips or the drought,
I cannot get the taste of true love cleansed from my mouth.

It's all a play and we're talentless skeletons,
dancing from cradle, to cradle, to cradle.

Lie here with me, not lay, we lie.
I love you, I hate you. Hold me, disappear.
Lay here with me, and together we will
clear rust from old heart strings.

Perhaps a laugh, a missed step,
Drown me in your ocean eyes.
Mayhaps a fib, or two,
of the things I'd do to you.

Close the door again, darling,
hang the sign like a crucifix on my chest.
'No Vacancy', not now or ever.

I fucking hate this.