Kitty Spew

Sifting through your lies just to find
	the truth is like looking for a penny
In the bottom of the wishing well.
You use the past to justify what the rug of 
	lies won’t cover up.
Force feeding your deceptions, breaking the
	seal of trust, yet you continue on undaunted.

I try to hold to you, but it’s only the shadowy 
	image of Hope.
The only thing that lingers in my mind is your
	betrayal (feeding my hatred), but my heart and 
Soul desire:  your touch and hunger for your passion.
It’s a fatal disease that kills slowly but surely.

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