no darkerpassion had I
what was this
that we could escape
was that my childhood
or his dreams
they call to
me
in
puffed circles
watch my finger twirl

my fingers beneath her skirt
she twirls to me dream like
her lolli-pop kisses
we traded
dreams
for


for for
forlorn
what scorn
she bleeds
to me
pop
cicle
mansions
they drip
from floor
to
floor



bubble gum mistress
chewing on my sleeves
her lovers on my coat tails
hopes she never leaves
perhaps
from
the
distance
we have shared
not the slightest part



of
me


of
me



of
me



no darker passion had I
?










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