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If I could stop your chisel tongue

from nipping licks

at my heart

driven by hammer hands.

        I'd know

you are shades apart

from the vibrancy

I once held close.



Water's purity...

reflections in the lake

are never fake.

Materialized obscurity

fashioned to liquid

so we can sip

polygraphs

and urinate the lies.



Don't remember me cry.    

You are not of this world.

But rather an example

of what a girl

should avoid.



For hearts are as tender

as sin

or the mix in the hues

of September.



Fold this ode up

upon reception,

close your eyes

and return to sender.