As Shit sticks to ones shoe,
I shamefully cling to you.
Seeping out from all sides
staining your every word.
As leaves bloom and wither
My promises reflect-
As a baby sucks on a vodka breast
the rest of the street spin
on microwavable plates,
drowning all offsprings
offerings into a sea of icy
indifferent words.
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