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regrettable my outburst

but this is just how I feel

on the grid-iron of my fire

scorch marks dont heal


bad scrams to your lover

you were always a tart

he'll shortly see through

that hard nutmeg heart


my naive sapphire ring

Christmas gift unzipped

in return a Judas-kiss to

a lone moss-lined crypt


you callous as quartz

pretending to be fond


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