Curled and Dead
I gaze into familar eyes
Washed they were in living lies
A lover's touch to blind the mind
Naive to one so inclined
Keys to heart all bent and broke
Weighted words that choke the throat
Flippant in fidelity
Bourban drink and stranger's fees
A love I thought we kept well fed
Lies at my feet, curled and dead
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