He gave love a name
and tucked skeletons
under the stairs to rust.
Using too-big words
in order to taste asphalt
was almost as cancerous
as saccharine rhetoric.
He prays for her death,
and she pulls at his scabs.
Smoke the bitch out.
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He gave love a name
and tucked skeletons
under the stairs to rust.
Using too-big words
in order to taste asphalt
was almost as cancerous
as saccharine rhetoric.
He prays for her death,
and she pulls at his scabs.
Smoke the bitch out.
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