

Hostess CrumbsYou are carpet lice,Hostess Crumbs
The whore outstretched on a broken rug,
In tiny breaths inject to forget,
The hoax he pulled to avoid you,
Scattered, a mess, you are tangled
In your hair,
In your lies,
The dirty apartment has holes that hold the company,
They are rats that push aside the trash,
Filthy on the floor, you wretch,
Itch your broken skin,
The only warmth to your chapped lips,
Is the foam that leaks from your broken mouth,
In bundles, hop the closest bus to clinic,


The lamentation of EveThe lamentation of EveThe lamentation of Eve
I cannot feel my face
I know I’ve long ago fell from grace
In shame, lust processes a burning taste
I am the lowest of all base
The fruit a bittersweet taste
Like the poetry from that deceptive snake
His words feel like soft silk lace
Gliding down my body from place to place
I stood on a bed of opium
The clear aqua stream reflecting obsidian
Its depth and mystery still remains in oblivion
My knowledge still
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