Woven Pathetic Mess – Twisted Prose

sickly sweet with a woven hoof,

I lay down beneath the candle wreath,

pleasantries aside you give to me,

wayward glances lost in substance and abuse,

caffeinated nightmares,

tailored suits,



manipulation complete,

we wanted,

we waited,

destiny in a handbag,

life incomplete…

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