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Social mobility. 
Looks that kill. 
Marked for life. 
Self-created nobility 
knocking me backwards 
to the front. 

Insisted on genocide. 
Could be only one way! 
Refreshed on homicide, 
more and more, held at bay. 
Till the hounds and wolves 
of silent haunted homes 
grew daffodils for fruit. 

Dreary day. 
Listless confusion. 
Aggravated by 
religious adventures 
that left no touch on me. 
Though they came and 
warped the views 
I had looked at. 

I want to take you home. 
Though, you may not like it. 
You may insist I am in love. 
(though not with you) 
Though you are nice, 
sometimes. 

Stoic stares. 
Heavy glares. 
The lights of desire lost 
burning freshly in here eyes 
as she reaches out for me 
in a dark room.