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Inside of my mouth, tongue. I’m unwilling
to bite. In the distance the hour evolved.

I wake on my knees again, believing
that I loved you, again. I’ve been absolved,

just like flame. I was the one who plucked you,
spectral weed. The hour keeps changing. Banish

doubt. I burn out each night but I outgrew
your false-hearted lullabies, your fiendish

good-looks. To be free meant that I then broke
you like corn-stalks and concrete. Your mischief;

I’ve raised better demons than you. Haunted
is just a word. And now you’re all – poof – smoke.

I bathe in flames; the one thing strong enough
to wash away all your lies and bad blood.