A Good Lie


Smacked down in sandman’s dust
finally persuaded that my rugged
gave her stability

better when I banged her, head
layed against my wall I forced her
to sleep in my tranquillity

as a fool in love,
although she watched me scheme
out the corner of her good eye

she’s addicted to the need
and stayed, settling and accepting
the scars to my lies

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