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Conjoined
Sure, I could be wrong
You could have been the right
person-place-or thing
Or maybe conjoined twins
giving each other baleful eyes
over the rims of your coffee mugs
blaming the other for holding you back
even as you must hold
each other together
And maybe I would have
drank poison for you
Or you were my poison
Bottled your soaked in, polluted bathwated
and sold it at the flea market
Advertising it as the cure to
insidious erectile dysfunction and
creeping male pattern baldness
He peddled your honeyed ass out
of the back of rusted white vans
and fate dealt you no pockets full of aces
Maybe time will tell what I told you
"Watch your head as you get in"
and placed my hand
on the back of your head.
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I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand, left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
Critique is always welcome. I will try to return the favor.
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