a myriad of images, your shape, your relentless smile
slowly fading out like 1920's photography
scratches up and down the picture, burn holes through the negatives
beset by our deep sea blanket dives
you seized me
I can't get the scent off no matter what soap I use
even she couldn't get this far in, or maybe it's just the timing
everything is timing
you played dead and watched the crowd weep
mostly selfishness with a bit of ignorance and lust for good measure
dangerous
who are you and where did she go
and when will I find her
just remember, you made them weep,
and you're still breathing
terrible, terrible liar
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