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As rare as my happiness...

She rapes me on uneven pavement...

Bar stools and 4 inch glasses...

-shes drunk-

Points fingers and laughs...

Chuckles when they all pass...

Tilts back and slip into...Reality?

Floating in shallow water...

Black fist and knuckles red...

Deaths at her own paist...

"Love"?...Naw..

I wake up to cold fingers...

And brown eyes hidden under black...

Our love allows me to leave...

so i...

Dont look back...when i...

Rape her on even ground...

Sit on bar stools when shes not around...

Points fingers and smiles...

Tilt back and falls into...Love..

-im drunk-