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Lizard Love
amid starlight she reposes
my life's in her lizard face
that library of dusty looks
records my fall from grace
she took the best from me
sucking me dry every day
each wrinkle taunting me
dry pointers to my decay
I pray she does not wake
no pity runs in my veins
but violation at the sight
of what sleep she feigns
she's a monument to loss
contami...
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 10:37 am
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