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YOU

You are the pain that


Gnaws sharp through my ribs,
The eloquent speeches
I can't help but give.

You're chalky and dry and


Your dust fills my mouth.
The only thing missing is
What you've left out.

If I did not love you,


Would I sit to choke
On your rantings and sorrow,
Your billows of smoke?

My place is in passing,
A glance and disgust.
You're always indebted,
I always will lust.

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