Recite words of love
in this drowning pool
of another wounded relationship.
I will be your sacrificial lamb,
hungry for tidbits of cracked
connections,
spliced from Bohemian failure...
I’ll just erase meaningless phases
of euphuistic jive
as you see daylight
after the curtain is drawn.
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