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dare not say how you excommunicated me from your life
a spoken word became as absent as bones in a sharks body
a smile which once created smiles now creates eternal strife 

the way you spoke French to me and bragged of icebergs and rocky shores
How you opened your body to me and ignited a fire in my iliac furrow
Nothing made me harder then observing you finishing my chores

from the same land as my father, you abstained from monogamy
black lace of your undergarment was no blacker than your intent
there remained no sympathy, no love, no epiphany

the rug you hooked under my bed was tireless and askew
"stay out of the desolate pits" she would sing to me in annoyance
I uncovered refuge in the form of the devils pew

a pew which was cast in the ivory of a seals canine
the ocean bubbled like a wash of salt and foam
an adopted child cries out like an overweight feline

amidst a lack of sleep I was convinced you were Satan
manic screams about, stones broken in an abandon lot
white hot coffee sipped on in a park named after clayton

the summer we drove back through Annapolis in the valley sun
carnal relations presumed amongst the proximity of family
in the wake of which you claimed to have not had fun

your daddy since long dead and you long for his touch again
sympathy escaped me and I only craved your body and touch
I have not grown an inch in the 3 years since then

at home now it is winter and the flames crackle behind me
ah, I move through the ruins of my old and tired mind
the hot fruity nature is gone, the sting of the bee

you now know not who I am or what I have become
my name has become forbidden and I, immutable
I need not know where you come from. 

From then on, I remained at the devils pew
I cried to him "my mate has worn me down" 
"I wish to be reborn, to be fresh and new"

Satan tapped his lance and spoke 
"your life is of great importance to me"
his lies bludgeoned me and I began to choke

"I will create your paradise, paint me a picture" 
I complied to satan's delirious request
"My chamber and bed must be the only fixture" 

Choking as I was, I gave him a catatonic stare
he turned his back and bid me farewell
I appeared alone without any immediate care

the bed was soaked with sweat that was not my own
"was this a terror of the night? the vision of Lucifer himself?
and for the thousandth time, I reached for my phone.
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