Her

Reformatories
Reform
For me
Tongs joyfully hide
Astride bazooka bombs
Of self destruction
Phoney possibilities
Trick the eyes and ears
And hopefully fool the heart
Roundabout elite.
The prance around
Dance around beat
Down down
Down
Going down to the fade
My heart frantic
And still
broken
Breaks-
The
Heart
beat -Down
Old Love traces
Fade out
With her that replaces
Me. 
Invalidating like squash
Trumps heads unannounced
Life untold without unfinished
Calmly fucking fast.
Calmly fucking down


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