Things

so lazy are these finger tips to press
around this mesmerizing neck
that has fooled me to kiss upon with lips
instead of searing with my clench
so tired of the whining sounds
that emit a loud and all a round
floating still and swimming in my head
of the flesh you felt you had to tread
upon me yet surviving stolen youth
that you decided to shelf aloof
and I have went a long with snide
of the loosening of this time
yet I did not care to weep
of me falling in so steep
of to think of which of you 
that has turn me off to pool
in this brazen grain of salt
if add water you could malt
into nothing but a drink 
which my mouth could not have brink
on the cracking aging glass
that I could peek if I would see
that the things I gave to you
where the things that made up me....

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