far away, and drown in all this profoundness
that you think you have obtained
while you've kept body and mind detained
build the walls of your
welfare castle and tuck all your tiny
belongings into perfect
boxes and there i see in a
coffin of misshapen rust is a soul
you might have once
owned but now sold for
a cash cow of lust
puppy love drowned in the punch
drunk is the trust that has been ill-invested,
bankrupt of oneself if was bound to happen,
if there was even an original you from the start,
puppet fornication playing house in borrowed dress up
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