dE N T

KPZ April 2014

There is no thing that holds you
You run along the edge of my existence
You are Slippery Shoes
An icy gait
More steps to stair
No love to wait
You are cash to cling to
a fuck you face to sing to
I will spend all of you
In NO time Chasing you
You will change me
And I
will fade
as the day
time
takes
over
the last scent
from your pillow
dent.

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