for wasting on empty vanities.
These currents alternate
in the way that nature
intended.
Rip these pictures apart
and forget the memory
they preserved.
Memory keeps us beholden to the past.
A stain upon my heart.
When you wake
the dream is over.
Keep it close
when its convenient.
Push it away when
the need is gone.
Love is a guillotine.
This touch will caress or maim
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