wanton excise

I’m wont to excise

burden from thee

spare thee my godawful narrative

yet fond I’m myself of relishing more often than not

of doing just that – here’s thine dagger – thy pet


this ungodlike nature

sinks thee & I


words of despair

who dine


like a feast

& us biting a forbidden apple

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