you left me standing here
drenched in white-purple teardrops
with sacred dead kisses
in patterns of spiderwebs
you saved my soul
with a safety-pin
and a string and your thoughts
Darkness falls on me and you
all horribly reeking
of counterfeit lust-love
are still and always will be
and most definitely
were never there
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